Buckles leave impressions

Verse 1:

Well, my buckle leaves its pattern on the inside of her skin,

Like the nights we spent in shadows, where our story did begin.

If I’d known she was a Christian, then I wouldn’t have come drunk,

To a house of such a saint, too drunk to drive back home.

Those nights were just the lessons that I needed on my own.

Chorus:

So darling, hold my hand, my dear… sing your gospel songs…

Strongly in my heart, I will follow along.

Shawty, why don’t you show me… what your love does true…

We’ll let the past just fade behind us… like those times and those nights and those fights that have gone behind us.

In these Texas fields tonight… underneath the pale moonlight…

We’ll find the love that we thought we never wrote.

Verse 2:

Camping out in Eastwood, Texas, too high off the roots,

Counting stars between the branches, trading old worn-out truths.

With the campfire throwing shadows, where the longhorns never stray,

We found peace in that old pasture, watching all our ghosts fade away.

Bridge:

With the impressions that I’ve made, from my buckle on your skin,

We’ll rewrite all our stories, let the healing now begin.

If the night forgives the past, then we’ll find a way to mend,

Every scar that tells our story, turning lovers into friends.

Final Chorus:

So darling, hold my hand, my dear… sing your gospel songs…

Strongly in my heart, I will follow along.

Shawty, why don’t you show me… what your love does true…

We’ll let the past just fade behind us… like those times and those nights and those fights that have gone behind us.

In these Texas fields tonight… underneath the pale moonlight…

We’ll find the love that we thought we never wrote.