silver mountains and cold beers

(ahhhh) Ten hours

on that gravel road

My back is stiff,

my spirit is low

Just want a cold one to ease my mind

And leave this heavy

shift behind But the mountains are silver,

they aren't blue

Nobody put them in the fridge for you

Standing in the kitchen,

staring at the shelf

Looks like I've gotta wait

and save myself

I hold that silver

can in my hand

Warm as the dust

across this land

It's a small mistake,

a simple thing

But oh, the sorrow

a warm beer can bring

Ice in the bucket,

spinning it round

Waiting for the frost

to finally be found

Sometimes the world

just tests your grace

Right here in this quiet place

But the mountains are silver,

they aren't blue

Nobody put them in the fridge for you

Standing in the kitchen,

staring at the shelf

Looks like I've gotta wait

and save myself

Silver mountains... (yeah, still warm...)