Song Length |
3:40 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Country - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male/Female |
Mood |
Disconcerted, Cheerless |
Subject |
Cold, Ice, General |
Similar Artists |
My Morning Jacket, Creedence Clearwater Revival |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
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Lyrics
Last time I saw you, you were stuck up on that hill
Popped the clutch out, let the brakes down real slow
Got the hell out, anywhere you can go
There's people talking, saying things that burn the ears
The great divide of our darkest days
is not too wide, for the ones we saved
in a glimpse of light, the car goes off the stage
it seems to fly, but never ends that way
This town gets smaller with the passing of the year
For every newborn, a couple old ones disappear
Seasons pass quick, short harvest, no spring
These upstate winters crack the road and ice our grins
The lake may be frozen, but its thickness is unseen
The boys next door, fell in, winter 83'
Huddle inside, with very little to eat
Firewood's damp, desperation is our heat