Black Hills

In the Black Hills

It's so familiar now

Familiar like NPR in the afternoons

It's never too much, 'cause you still may never know

The salt on the sidewalks

Or wether my feet will find me in quicksand erosion, or concrete

These are the questions that rush through my brain

On another, but different, sunny day

In the Black Hills

I will meet your mother today

I won't be so sure what to do with my hands

And I'm never quite so sure where I come from

Or what my daddy does

When whiskey isn't speaking from your sweet lips

We still believe in me

These are the questions that rush through my brain

On another, but different, sunny day

In them Black Hills

I'm so scared of my hands

I'm so scared of those voices on the afternoon radio

And i'm so scared of what my hands are gonna do

I'm so scared to leave Black Hills