Until

Do you ever find an old dirt road  
And just drive like you’re alive  
One hand on the shifter  
Playing your favorite song while singing along
The other on the wheel  
Until you find a rhyme that takes you back in time
 
Do you ever just sit on an old front porch
Watch the moon rise until you feel alive
In a squeaky wooden chair  
And just rock until is 12 o’clock
Nothing but the sound of the whippoorwills  
Until you find the person you left behind  
 
I wish every sunrise peaked through Spanish Moss
I wish every road was red Georgia clay
I wish water came from a bucket and well
I wish photographs and memories didn’t fade away  
I wish Tennessee whiskey was free
I wish you were here with me…
 
Do you you ever walk on a beach
Watch the sunrise until you feel alive  
As the birds fly with a ocean breeze
The sun on your face searching for God’s grace
Until you find a peace of mind