I love the feeling of heavy ice,
early morning foggy sunrise
Out on the porch swinging on pine,
sipping my coffee black
I love the sound of a gravel road,
windows down with no radio
The smelling taste of the day’s first smoke
It all takes me back, somewhere in my ago
I can’t trace
yeah sometimes take me home
my heart’s breaking,
times save me when I feel alone
I the the ago
I love the warmth on a wood stove fire, the color of old barbed wire
The sound of a morning choir
It all takes me back, somewhere in my ago
I can’t place yeah sometimes take me home
my heart’s breaking,
times save me when I feel alone
I the the ago
ago
I the the
yeah I the the ago
ago
