Temporary Town

There's a tide turning in this temporary town
Winds of change cut east blowing dust up off the ground
I'm all burnt out on heartland skies
And dreams of swinging on our porch ganderin' ridge lines

There's a mighty mountain of bills on the floor
If it builds up any higher they'll be bursting through the door
Tear down these walls let me shiver in the wind
I'll take it as a sign well-timed and consider it God-sent

I could take your hand and leap across the border
Give a little gas and ride off towards higher ground
Make a piecе of heaven near somе old forgotten town
And let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around
Let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around

I can picture it now a white house in a clearing
Humming a bluebird song til the days we're hard of hearing
Ancient blue ridges just like big old fences
Shelter from the world keeping senseless at a distance

I could take your hand and leap across the border
Give a little gas and ride off towards higher ground
Make a piece of heaven near some old forgotten town
And let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around
Let the world pass by 'till there's no turning around

I could take your hand and leap across the border
Give a little gas and ride off towards higher ground
Make a piece of heaven near some old forgotten town
And let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around
Let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around
Let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around