Story Behind The Song
Based on growing up in a small town in the Midwest, wondering if there is such a thing as fair politics, honest preachers, & faithful lovers in a world outside of "Normal"
Song Description
A slow Sunday morning front porch feel, lyrics consider politics, religion, relationships & addiction.
| Song Length |
4:02 |
Genre |
Folk - Country, Folk - Traditional |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Cool, Relaxed |
Subject |
Life, Freedom |
| Similar Artists |
Lucinda Williams, Natalie Merchant |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
10 Miles from Normal
Well it?s a Saturday or Sunday
I can?t tell anymore
?Cause the church it started crumblin?
As I reached out for the door
Burning bushes all around me
?Til the smoke suddenly clears
If the preacher smells like gasoline
The insurance agent?s near
Hold me now, hold me up
Still got your whiskey left in my cup
Hold me now, hold me up
Still got your whiskey left in my cup
Now the ice is slowly melting
I can almost see your skin
If you lead me to your temple
I can tell you where you?ve been
You see I?m 10 Miles from Normal
God don?t let me get that close
Now I?m shakin? off my sandals
And I?m swimmin? for the coast
Hold me now, hold me up
Still got your whiskey left in my cup
Hold me now, hold me up
Still got your whiskey left in my cup
So the preacher?s quotin? Nietzche
And the lover?s goin? stag
And the debutante?s in sneakers
And the President?s in drag
You see I?m 10 Miles from Normal
God don?t let me get that close
Now these tracks are disappearing
The conductor stole my dose
Hold me now, let me stand
I?m letting go of your fickle hand
Let me go, I?m doin? fine
I?m swiggin? my whiskey
?Cause this whiskey?s mine
Well it?s a Saturday or Sunday
I can?t tell anymore
?Cause the church it started crumblin?
As I reached out for the door
Now the preacher?s knockin? Nietzche
And the lover starts to brag
And the President?s in sneakers
And the debutante?s a drag
You see I?m 10 Miles from Normal
Got a grip on my last dose
Now these tracks are reappearing
God you?ve never seemed this close
I never thought, I?d end up here like you
With your whiskey tooth
In your whiskey tomb
I never thought, I?d end up here like you
With your whiskey tooth
In your whiskey tomb
With your whiskey tooth
In your whiskey tomb
-copyright 2003Courtney Leigh Heins