

Standing under porch roof timber
Heavy clouds ready to drop
He was watching my hands tremble
Wondering when the rain would stop
I didn't say a single word out loud
Just let my fingers trace the shape
And all this song is about
Is me signing the words in a country boy's eye Tracing the
lines till he understands why (mmmmm)
He smiled at the silent rhythm
Like a melody he'd always known
No guitar or brass was needed
To find a way to bring it home
And all this song is about
Is me signing the words in a country boy's eye Tracing the
lines till he understands why (yeah)
Just a silent song
In his eyes (ahhhh)