Your love is a fire
which burns higher and higher.
Started from some caring hands,
it burns throughout our forested land.
It's burned the country mile by mile,
and it won't stop burning for a while.

I don't like country
and God forbid I ever begin to
for the only thing floating through my head
is her overplayed Luke Bryan playlist
in my rickety old truck
and the silence that was always there

these are some song lyrics i wrote about country roads
they mean a lot to me :)*

Drink beer and drive my truck
I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue
I love the beer factories
And then someday you'd leave me for somebody new

I think about trucks at night
For the love that's beating there
Skrt skrt
Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you

Small town roads, thriving with love
And then someday you'd leave me for somebody new
I drink beer
Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you

I think about trucks at night
For the love that's beating there
Skrt skrt
Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you

Too long we strive,
        yet not to thrive
                            ... patient
            forgetful ...
                            ... many towers
                                are filled with
                                dust, of which ...
                                we cannot depend on.

There's a country where live
people who don't have their own place.
They travelled the world and never reached
their destination.

They were exiled, misplaced, not admitted
anywhere, drowned in their tiny boats,
shot by steel hearted guards.

There's a country, no one knows about,
like an island somewhere
in the middle of ocean,
yet never found.

Nothing is strange about this country,
except that it exists.

We all one day will arrive there,
it's the matter of time.

My heart was mine in day til night
She came and stole my life
In cold, beneath streetlight
In her leather and jeans
Like she knew just what
She wanted, and she did
I'm glad the innocence
At first kept back the fiery truth
That you were so much like me
That I was much like you
Or else I'd not have stolen yours, too