Run with the Wind

The dust is kicking up behind the tires of this old Ford I’m staring at a map but I can’t find the right chord You’re sitting in the passenger side, looking out the glass.

While I’m praying that this feeling ain’t just something that’ll pass

See, I grew up on the gravel, where the rules were pretty plain You plant the seed in April and you hope for summer rain But loving you is different, it’s a language I don’t speak It’s a mountain that I’m climbing and the air is getting weak. I want to give you forever, put a ring on your hand Build a house upon the ridge, make a living off the land But sometimes there’s a wall, higher than a Georgia pine And I’m trying to read the blueprints of your heart and your mind You got secrets in your silence, you got stories in your stare

And I’m reaching through the static just to find you standing there.

It’s a long road, baby, and the signs are getting blurred I’m hanging on the edge of every single whispered word I’m a simple man, a country soul, trying to learn your ways But I’m lost inside the rhythm of these complicated days I want the porch swing, the sunset, the rest of my life I want to call you my lady, want to call you my wife But I’m struggling to find where your heart begins and ends Trying to understand the woman that the Good Lord went and sent.

I’ve broken horses in the valley, I’ve fixed fences in the cold But I can’t fix a feeling that I’m not allowed to hold One minute we are golden like the wheat out in the field The next I’m hitting something that your spirit won’t reveal Is it something from your past? Is it something I should know? Or am I just moving fast while you’re trying to move slow? I’m a rhythm and a rhyme, you’re a symphony and blues I’m just a pair of work boots, you’re the high-end kind of shoes. But I ain't running, nah, I’m digging in my heels I’m trying to process exactly how this feels Because the struggle is the teacher and the love is the prize I see the whole damn future when I look into your eyes So tell me what you need, give me a compass or a light I’ll stay awake and listen through the middle of the night.

It’s a long road, baby, and the signs are getting blurred I’m hanging on the edge of every single whispered word I’m a simple man, a country soul, trying to learn your ways But I’m lost inside the rhythm of these complicated days I want the porch swing, the sunset, the rest of my life I want to call you my lady, want to call you my wife But I’m struggling to find where your heart begins and ends Trying to understand the woman that the Good Lord went and sent.

They say anything worth having is a thing you gotta earn But I’m crashing into lessons that I didn’t know I’d learn You’re the mystery I’m solving, you’re the prayer I’m trying to say And I’ll keep on trying to hear you till the heavens turn to grey.

Yeah, I’m listening now.

Hard to read you sometimes, but I ain’t going nowhere.

Put your shoes by the door, stay.