Sledgehammer
Hey you,
Hey sledgehammer,
I lied to you as much as you lied to me
What a fucking stunner couple
I told you to come over anytime
Window always open
I promised that you came first, even if it put me last
Now that I Write Country Songs, Things Are Looking Up for Me
Well, it got hard, I’ll tell you something, it got rough
The list of disappointments was finally enough
The road was surely rocky and the finish line so far
But I grabbed my things and left anyway and found myself a bar
Country Song
Out there again, here I am, you can see me
Glass is half full, and, you know, also half empty
Back into the unknown, where I’m the star and the show
Maybe that’s the way it always is, though, you know
Pulling up my own sheets, getting the dogs outdoors
These are the things I used to do before
I can light my own smokes, keep myself well and fed
Play my own lullabies, find a place for my head
Forward Isn’t Fast Enough
For now let me say
Without hope or agenda
I thought you’d be back in the writing room
Mandolin
There’s a global mandate for isolation
It’s insisted I dust off my guitar
Sequestered as it was, against a suitcase and a wooden wall in the shed out back
We’re together now, instrument and me
Harmonizing
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