I woke up this morning
To the sign of the times
Wondering where it all went
As none of this I recognize
Why do the best of all memories
Have to grow old
As years of tears have cleared the dust
From off my country road
Nothing's now simple
As it used to be
The world in which I once lived
Has moved to the South side of mean
Cold winds have brought a chill
To all I used to know
Blowing the dust off
Of my country road
There's no way to go back
But I still swim in the pond of my dreams
Diving into simpler times
Wading through serene scenes
It didn't happen all the sudden
So it never really showed
Until all the dust came up missing
From my country road
I sometimes catch slight glimpses
If you know what I mean
As I blink back the tears
From the space in-between
Would things have been different
If I would have been shown
What lay beneath
The dust of my country road
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
I woke up this morning
To the sign of the times
Wondering where it all went
As none of this I recognize
Why do the best of all memories
Have to grow old
As years of tears have cleared the dust
From off my country road
Nothing's now simple
As it used to be
The world in which I once lived
Has moved to the South side of mean
Cold winds have brought a chill
To all I used to know
Blowing the dust off
Of my country road
There's no way to go back
But I still swim in the pond of my dreams
Diving into simpler times
Wading through serene scenes
It didn't happen all the sudden
So it never really showed
Until all the dust came up missing
From my country road
I sometimes catch slight glimpses
If you know what I mean
As I blink back the tears
From the space in-between
Would things have been different
If I would have been shown
What lay beneath
The dust of my country road
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