Description

One-Stop, Indie folk acoustic, Slow tempo, folky, roots, rural, singer songwriter, organic, warm, natural, sparse, minimal intro, natural, southern, americana, somber, nostalgic, melancholy, building, nature, growing up, personal, tired, dragging, lazy, folk rock, big ending, Male vocals, female vocals, background vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, organ, piano, strings, fiddle, bass, drums, Chattanooga, Tennessee, United States

Lyrics

I was your rock in your wildest transition Doctored you up in the worst of your days So you preached me your gospel when no one else listened Yes I sat in your pew just to hear what you’d say Eastern time’s just like a car where the brake lights Are burned out from stoppin’ one too many times So you look out your rearview, catch the last of the sunlight Hope whatever’s down the road is worth what’s left behind Always turn to sometimes Sometimes turn to nevers Temporary goodbyes Turn into forever You go sing your Rocky Top And buy a tighter skirt And I’ll leave my Great Smoky Love with you babe And you can decide what it’s worth I thought of you while all the white constellations Burned through the black veil hung up in the sky If those stars persist to be seen through the darkness Then I sure as Hell can remain in your life You like to be kissed when we passed by the drug store Our town’s only traffic light lit up in red When the yellow bulbs burned you would lean in for one more But these days I hope for the green lights instead Eastern time’s just like a car where the brake lights Are burned out from stoppin’ one too many times So you look out your rearview, catch the last of the sunlight Hope whatever’s down the road is worth what’s left behind