In the desert you either dry up or drown
Just like the small town you never left 
The hope you lost and never found

Someone told me you wear sunglasses to cover the bruises
They say you beg him to stay
But I know you - you’d never choose this 

	Irene come outside
	It’s been years, you’ve stayed quiet
	Irene say something 
	Say anything at all  

Every spring I’d see you smiling, in your garden
You looked so happy, I never knew
What happened, what’d he do to you?

Once we were smaller with bigger dreams 
Once our paper airplanes
had real wings 
 	
	Irene come outside
	It’s been years, you’ve stayed quiet
	Irene say something 
	Say anything at all  

        Irene come outside
	It’s been years, you’ve stayed quiet
	Irene go on get what you need
        Love yourself enough to leave

Irene

Whistling winds across these plains 
Will break your heart and forget your name 

This farming town built around, the train tracks 
Wears you down, that engine sound 
She’s calling all her saints back 

We get so high, beside those railroad ties 
Summer nights, we get so high
We get so high, feel those trains roll by  
Pass the lite, we get so high

Dust fields dance with the hope for rain
We’re hanging onto that sparse golden grain
Expected to live and die here, wishin’ things would change

We get so high, beside those railroad ties 
Summer nights, we get so high
We get so high, feel those trains roll by  
Pass the lite, we get so high
We get so high, we get so high
We ride that rail in the sky
 
Running those combines into the starry sky
Sifting wheat from the rye, keeping old dreams alive

We get so high, beside those railroad ties 
Summer nights, we get so high
We get so high, feel those trains roll by  
Pass the lite, we get so high
We get so high, we get so high

Railroad Weed

Thank you so much for being amongst the first 30 to back my campaign! I so appreciate you all. As a thank you, I wanted to share a special song I wrote and recorded in the studio that didn't make it onto the album called Too Used to You. 

It was a rainy day, and we recorded this live in the studio with the doors open to try to capture the sound of the rain falling.  We weren't planning on recording this song, but I was sitting at the old upright piano and the mood felt right, so we went for it.

You can listen to it from here, or download it anytime you want. I hope you enjoy it. 

With love and gratitude, 

Ro Myra 

P.S. Here's the lyrics: 

We had too many sunny days gone by
I’d forgotten the sound of a storm
Couldn’t remember the scent of the rain passing through 
I got too used to you 

You slept in every morning never made the bed right
I picked up your clothes and your shoes
Now that you’re gone that room is tidy as a tomb
I got too used to you

Like the holes in the knees of my favorite jeans
Too comfortable to fix the broken seams
You felt so good, I didn’t tell you enough
I thought we’d make time to mend our love

I tried to lie to myself this morning
When the ring from my coffee cup looked lonely
Dishes in piles, library books overdue 
I heard you’re holding someone new
Because I got too used to you

Too Used to You

More Than Just Okay

Jump Into The Water

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“Mama”
Written & Produced by: Ro Myra

I look just like my daddy 
At least that’s what you say 
He never comes around, do you blame me? 
Maybe I’m why he never stayed 

I can feel 
you feel alone
I've been here 
And you’re out there 
chasing the one who won’t come home 

Is this what loves supposed to feel like 
Is this what loves supposed to feel like mama
Is this what loves supposed to feel like 
Is this what loves supposed to feel like, mama

You finally found a man who loves you 
At least that’s what you say
You know the pain he puts me through
You pretend that we’re okay, I’m not okay 

I can feel 
you feel alone
I've been here 
And you’re out there 
chasing the one who won’t come home 

Is this what loves supposed to feel like 
Is this what loves supposed to feel like mama
Is this what loves supposed to feel like 
Is this what loves supposed to feel like, mama

Mama

Half The Time

She's Not The Road

Writing songs since the dawn of parachute pants, with a mullet, a fanny pack, & a dream. Grew outta the mullet and recently moved from Nashville to Austin.