Lyrics
When you put down the bottle
This is when I badger the Lord
So your traveling mercies
May be fully restored
And just when I think He's growing sick of me
And this grip has got you in its squeeze
Oh, He smiles on your hands
The map unfolds to southwest lands
The road stretches on in a contour line
This world is rising, and it's full of pretty girls
The road stretches on like a rolling dime
And if you still want me
I'll be here at the end of the line
The firetower on the ridge
Stands sentry and alone
And this is how you know you'll find me
If you ever turn back home
The trees brushing up against each other's leaves
Getting more touch than me
But the postcards you are sending
Are a symbol of your liberty
Bridge:
The earthquake left an eerie silence that day
And how I'm shaking when you're facing me
Losing every sentence in my brain