歌词
Mean tire spinning in a sinkhole,
Thunder hits and the hard on a tin roof tears like a saw blade;
Muddy knees just won't let the ground go-
All I can hear is the wind blow.
I'm not ready for the cold snow,
Tree limbs like broken spines cracking like a dead note;
Breaking bones and thawing slow-
I still wanna see the sun show.
The weather's winding down,
And the leaves are starting to wander off the trees
And litter on the ground
Like dead skin.
Soft wet grass leeches the last
Bit of water
From the air,
The last attempt to stop the spread.
It still thins-
It still thins,
Heading eastbound to Dallas.