[Verse 1]
She laughs at storms rolling over the fields,
Says lightning reminds her how healing can feel.
She talks to the stars like they’re old friends she knows,
And somehow she says all the things I don’t.
She wears my old flannel when the night gets cold,
Knows every crack in this heart I don’t show.
Ain’t chasing diamonds, ain’t needing gold,
Just wants a porch light and someone to hold.
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[Pre-Chorus]
And it scares me some,
How close her heart beats to mine…
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[Chorus]
Cause we’re cut from the same moon soul,
Same kind of broken, same kind of whole.
Two wild fires trying not to burn,
Two old hearts with the same slow turn.
She hears my silence like it’s a song,
Knows where I hurt before I move on.
Like God split one spirit when the world began,
Then sent her walking back to me again.
Yeah…
We’re two roads, one set of tracks,
Like she’s me… in a cowboy hat turned back.
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[Verse 2]
She fights for the lost, cries over strays,
Still dances in kitchens on hard working days.
She’s got that “hold on” look deep in her eyes,
The kind that pulls a man back alive.
We talk about dreams like they already came,
Both carrying scars but never shame.
And every time she reaches for my hand,
It feels like home I didn’t know I had.
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[Pre-Chorus]
Ain’t no pretending,
Ain’t no fixing needed tonight…
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[Chorus]
Cause we’re cut from the same moon soul,
Same kind of broken, same kind of whole.
Two wild fires trying not to burn,
Two old hearts with the same slow turn.
She hears my silence like it’s a song,
Knows where I hurt before I move on.
Like God split one spirit when the world began,
Then sent her walking back to me again.
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[Bridge]
Maybe love ain’t finding somebody different,
Maybe it’s finally finding your reflection.
In a world full of noise and running away,
She’s every reason I still stay.
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[Final Chorus]
Yeah we’re cut from the same moon soul,
Same steady river, same winding road.
And if forever’s real, I know this now —
It’s her hand fitting right in mine somehow.
Like an old country hymn down a midnight highway,
She’s every lost piece that found its way.
And if heaven’s got a front porch view…
I’ll be sitting there beside her too.
JordoL
