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Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina
Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee
And lord I cant make any changes
All I can do is write em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin
Lord take me and mine before that comes.
Seems like every step I take brings me farther and farther from where I want to be.
There's so much I want to fix but I can't repair one damn thing.
And maybe once I'm old and grey and the soul inside of life has faded from my gaze
I'll be too blind to notice that it's the same as it always was. From then on out the robotic path my stride has taken for so many years won't feel so mundane anymore. I won't need anything to have meaning. Or at least I just won't notice that meaning is what everything lacks.
Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee
And lord I cant make any changes
All I can do is write em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin
Lord take me and mine before that comes.
Seems like every step I take brings me farther and farther from where I want to be.
There's so much I want to fix but I can't repair one damn thing.
And maybe once I'm old and grey and the soul inside of life has faded from my gaze
I'll be too blind to notice that it's the same as it always was. From then on out the robotic path my stride has taken for so many years won't feel so mundane anymore. I won't need anything to have meaning. Or at least I just won't notice that meaning is what everything lacks.