White Lines

I see trouble disappear inside the fog and kissing rain As we drive along the ranging of the plain And you take my hand in yours And say that we can weather storms As long as we're together along the way White lines on this road we're on heading south Back into back into my baby's arms The crow flies overhead and field And he whispers hallelujah in my hand We can light the fires of yesterday Following the smoke to guide our way And we can circle back and forth I know we'll meet again The trouble that has kept us down before We'll pull our boots above our waist And stare into each others' face As the flood bubbles up and past our head We'll drown in each others' arms As we sink below the surface of our fate And we'll wash off the dirt and pain So that we can come home clean and start again White lines on this road we're on heading south Back into back into my baby's arms The crow flies overhead and field And he whispers hallelujah in my hand