Fading Tears Song

There’s a hum in the gym and a bell through the hall

but she’s the only real thing in this tall talking town wall.

With a mark on her sneaker from a red clay kick,

and a smile that can cure you when you’re hearts beating quick.

We’re too young to promise

we’ll weather the years,

but she tastes like the soda and the hope through the tears.

She drops her car keys in the gravel and rust,

leaving our worries in a cloud of gold dust.

With her hand in my pocket and the radio low.

We’re chasing a feeling only teenagers know.

They say a first love

is bound to go wrong,

but she feels like the chorus of my favorite song.

Her worn out denim sweater soft on my knees,

as the wind plays a tune through the willow wood trees.

She talks about moving when August comes around,

and leaving the dust of this forgotten town.

But looking right at her,

I don't see her tracks,

I just see a promise

that ain't turning

back.

She worries that miles make a young memory fade,

like a sketch in the dirt that the cloud-shadows made.

But I trace the small line on the palm of her hand

and tell her some things can survive any land.

Let August come packing

and tearing us down,

My heart’s staying hitched to the girl from this town.

The tires hit the asphalt,the gravel gives away,

As the nights melts into the first golden ray.

Let the gold dust settle on the roads we outgrew,

‘Cause there ain’t a horizon brighter than you.

We’re leaving the tracks of this old forgotten town,

with a love that no distance can ever pull down.