Static On The Line

There’s a hole in the drywall from a summer night
When the beer was too cold and the air was too tight
And I swore I’d be gone by the time the leaves turned brown.
Now the frost is thick on the windshield glass
And I’m watching the ghost of my twenty-somethings pass
In the glow of the neon on the edge of this dying town.
The dog’s been barking at a chain-link fence
At a world that don’t make a lick of sense
While I’m trying to remember what it feels like to be proud.
[Chorus]
And it’s a heavy kind of quiet when the sun goes down
In a house built of wood and a heart built to drown
And I’m reaching for a hand that I know ain't there.
Just a rattled-up mind and a cough in my chest
Giving up the past and failing the test
Trying to breathe in a room with no damn air.
Yeah, it’s static on the line and a soul beyond repair.
[Verse 2]
The preacher’s on the radio talking ‘bout grace
But he ain't ever looked at this tired-out face
Or the dirt under fingernails that’ll never wash clean.
I got a brother in Vegas and a sister in jail
And a truck in the driveway that’s destined to fail
And I’m stuck in the middle of a life I didn't mean.
I used to think the stars were a map for the lost
Now I just see ‘em as stones in the frost
Keeping count of the nights that I spent being mean.
[Bridge]
So pour me a double and turn out the light
I ain't looking for a hero or a reason to fight
I’m just looking for a way to make the humming stop
Before the bottom falls out and the curtains finally drop!
[Chorus]
And it’s a heavy kind of quiet when the sun goes down
In a house built of wood and a heart built to drown
And I’m reaching for a hand that I know ain't there.
Just a rattled-up mind and a cough in my chest
Giving up the past and failing the test
Trying to breathe in a room with no damn air.
Yeah, it’s static on the line and a soul beyond repair.
[Outro]
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Driving Americana, gravelly voice, heavy acoustic strumming, soulful harmonica, desperate and tired, Zach Bryan style.