Lyrics
We were driving through your home county
And I was taking in the views
The mountains in our faces as we drove along
You showed me all the places
Where things went right or wrong
And you started to cry at a memory
And I took your hand in mine
Then you went cold and dead
As a raw chicken leg
So I withdrew my comfort from you
You want to know if my love is real
But you've trained me well
To keep it to myself
You want to know just how I feel
But you've trained me well
To keep that to myself
In your place there's no windows left to right
The only light you'll find is forward and behind
"I'm trapped," you say as you call me from the hall
And I've never heard your big strong voice
Sound so scared and small
And me, with my weakness for all things
With 4 legs or 6 strings
I don't know what to do with my love for you
So I just tuck it in the strings and play it through