Singer Collab

He said, “Son, Don’t ask and I won’t lie,”
Tossed the keys to the ‘95
Momma’s rosary swung from the dash
Whole life packed in a Walmart sack

We passed the last barn before the border
With names we don’t use anymore
He drove like he was beatin' some order
That hadn’t knocked yet on our door
And me, I was twelve and full of thunder
Now I’m just a man who wonders

Gas station coffee at 3:13
He watched the road like it meant something
He said “There’s lines you cross with a shovel or flame,
But a boy like you don’t play that game.

We passed the last barn before the border
Where the silo leans like it heard too much
He never spoke of what came before her
Just lit a smoke with a farmer’s touch
And me, I held the silence like a shield
Dreamin’ of fences in open fields

We stopped where the river thinned to bone
He said, “Son, this is where you make your own”
I walked ten paces, turned around
But he was gone like the sound
And I still recall his trembling voice
Like a treasure buried but never found.

Last barn before the border’s still standin’
With initials carved in the weathered beams
I come back each year just for the landin’
Of a truth I still only see in dreams
And me, I’m half ghost, half his spit
Drivin’ roads I don't think he ever quit

And the preacher on the radio says, “Let it go”
But that’s not something country boys know...
Oh, it's not something country boys know.

Last Barn Before The Border

They meet behind the old feed store
Where the town don’t tend to go no more


Earl plays spoons, Hank brings a jug
Lena belts like she once knew love
Billy Joe taps the beat on his cast
Each voice cracked like a weathered mast

We're the Dry County Choir
Singin’ grace through barbed-wire throats
Found salvation in an old flat tire
And mercy in borrowed coats
Ain’t no steeple, but we stand just fine
Holdin’ pitch in a busted line
Not divine, we're the Dry County Choir

They don’t sell liquor inside these lines
But the past still pours from our blood like wine
We don’t drink no more, we testify
With a harmony that’ll make God cry

We're the Dry County Choir
Swappin’ sins for secondhand songs
Every verse rises a little higher
Till the guilt don’t feel so wrong
Ain’t no pulpit, but we’ve got this shed
Where the ghosts' forget and the living ain’t dead
Least not yet, we're the Dry County Choir

The sheriff don’t ask, the preacher don’t come
But the cornfield listens when the singing’s done

We’re the Dry County Choir
Hymns from the lost and tired
We bend our shame into gospel fire
And burn it slow on a busted wire
Ain’t no altar but the dirt we own
Ain’t no heaven like singing alone
We attone, we're the Dry County Choir

Dry County Choir... Dry County Choir...

Dry County Choir

Haven't you wondered—
What I might’ve been?
All those starts I never tried
Haven't you noticed—
I name every dream
Just to keep me from choosing sides?

I could feel it coming—
Then left it to break
I never made the call—
Got bent out of shape
All that hope was heavy
Oh, the climb seemed too tall
So I let it slide to start something small

Always almost
Never enough
Every door just out of touch
Always almost
Woke too late
Wrote the end
Before the first page

I believed in waiting
Like it kept me safe
Like delay could be control
Told myself it’s wiser
Not to want too much
Not to try what I could hold

You were looking forward
I was looking down
To the cracks at my feet
To the cracks all around
You said “build or break it”
But I chose to drift
Kept my feet on the ground

Always almost
Out of step
Every truth I half-forget
Always almost
Still I stay
Let the fear
Keep love away
Keep love away
Keep love away
Keep love away
Keep love away
Keep love away

Maybe this time
I could be more
But knowing me
I won’t reach for the door
Maybe this time
I could go far
But I know me
I won’t make the start

Always almost
Never wide
Every path I left outside
Always almost
Still I lie
Telling stories
I won’t try
I won’t try
I won’t try
I won’t try
I won’t try
I won’t try
I won’t try

Always Almost

This song was inspired by the absolute gem of a song by Nova J - Middle Age
(https://soundcloud.com/nova-j-49914957/middle-age)

SOMEDAY:

I missed your call again last night
Left the room lit, said I might
Be back before the morning fell—
But time runs fast when minds dwell

I skipped the party, skipped the rain
Traded home for  the midnight train
Said, “Someday this will mean a lot”—
But someday’s all I ever got
Someday’s all I ever got

Is it worth it just to climb?
If the view don’t share its light
I keep trading depth for height
And leave it all behind

I learned to keep my suitcase near
To say goodbye without the tears
Wrote your name inside a song
Then left before you sang along

I used to dance with both my shoes
Now I move not to lose
Said, “Someday this will mean a lot”—
But someday’s all I ever got
Someday’s all I ever got

Is it worth it just to climb?
If the view don’t share its light
I keep trading depth for height
And leave it all behind

Oh, the calls I didn’t take
The friends I didn’t make
The hands I didn’t hold
For stories never told

Is it worth it just to climb?
If the view don’t share its light
I keep trading depth for height
And leave it all behind
I leave it all behind
I leave it all behind
Someday’s all I ever got
Someday’s all I ever got
I leave it all behind

Someday

The darkness creeps in slowly,  
and seeps through the windows coldly.  
I toss another log into the fire’s call.  
The table and the dresser,  
All the things we used to treasure,  
Fade to fleeting shadows on the wall.  
 
Our dreams of yesterday  
Turn somber, slip away.  
Everything’s got its time, its rise, its fall.  
We planned to build our towers,  
But the wreckers took our hours.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
 
With organ chords now playing,  
The prelude to decaying—  
It’s fine, love’s a fire after all.  
From courtship’s sweet illusion  
To courtroom-like conclusions,  
Love becomes a shadow on the wall.  
 
Our dreams of yesterday  
Turn somber, slip away.  
Everything’s got its time, its rise, its fall.  
We planned to build our towers,  
But the wreckers took our hours.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
 
Draped in black or dressed in white,  
Through the convoy or the night,  
We wonder how much longer this will all endure.  
Living reckless, upside down,  
Till the casket comes around—  
Life itself is just a shadow on the wall.  
 
The darkness creeps in slowly,  
Seeping through the windows coldly.  
I toss another coal into the fire’s call.  
My hands and feet surrender,  
To maps they once remembered—  
Tracing fleeting shadows on the wall.  
The world itself’s a shadow on the wall,  
A flickering shadow on the wall.  
A flickering shadow on the wall.  

The Wreckers

In Between

Three AM, I’m talking to the ceiling
You left your perfume all over my feelings

Oh, I know, I know (I know)
This ain’t the way to cope
But I pour, I pour (I pour)
Till I can’t taste the smoke

We all have our prices
These tiny little vices

My vices wear your face now
Every habit that I chase down
Tastes like your goodbye now
I’m addicted to the fallout

Red wine confessions
Cheap motel rooms
Bad decisions dressed up
Looking just like you
Looking just like you
(Mmm, just like you)

Tell me when does it end
This cycle of pretend
That I’m getting better
When I’m just getting by
Oh, I can’t lie.

Left to our own devices
And tiny little vices

My vices wear your face now
Every shadow that I chase down
Burning like July now
I’m the sinner, you’re the vow
That I break, I break, I break
Can’t quit you if I try
Can’t quit you if I

Three AM, I’m done talking to the ceiling
Guess I’ll keep your perfume and spare my feelings
(Spare my feelings)

Vices

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