Rust and Rambin

Left the porch light burning on the timber frame

Counting up the miles that I couldn't claim

Dusty gravel roads singing back my name (hmmmmm)

And the wind keeps whispering

a familiar tune

Underneath the shadow

of a paper moon

There's a long way home where the tall grass grows Where the

river runs deep and the cold wind blows

I am heading back down

where the heart-lines go (yeah)

Old screen door still creaks on the rusted hinge

Memories of summers on a golden fringe

Every faded fence line has a tale to spin

There's a long way home where the tall grass grows Where the

river runs deep and the cold wind blows

I am heading back down

where the heart-lines go

(heading home now)

Heading back down... Where the heart-lines go...