Letra

One last trip past the strip mall On 518 with the tank on F Roads flatten out Rows poppin' up There he is again Waiting on the harvest Like a king in a garden Right where he's supposed to be This town was made for him But it wasn't made for me I couldn't just stick around Tethered to the ground Watching the sun go down Without wanting to chase it I got my own seeds to sow The only way they're gonna grow Is to throw them into the wind and see where it takes them That's why I had to go Couldn't sit and watch the corn turn gold Like some old scarecrow Raised here supposed to stay here Settle down and plant some roots But my dreams need room to breathe So I'm leaving the rest in the rearview I swear he's waving goodbye Even a straw for brains knows that I I couldn't just stick around Tethered to the ground Watching the sun go down Without wanting to chase it I got my own seeds to sow The only way they're gonna grow Is to throw them in the wind and see where it takes them That's why I had to go Couldn't sit and watch the corn turn gold Like some old scarecrow Who wasn't made to fly He found his place and I'm on my way To find mine 'Cause I got seeds to grow The only way they're gonna grow Is to throw them into the wind And see where it takes them That's why I had to go Couldn't sit and watch the corn turn gold No, I couldn't watch the corn turn gold Like some old scarecrow
Writer(s): James Dickson Crichton, Ian Stevenson Crichton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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