Temporary Town

There's a tide turning in this temporary town Winds of change cut east blowing dust up off the ground I'm all burnt out on heartland skies And dreams of swinging on our porch ganderin' ridge lines There's a mighty mountain of bills on the floor If it builds up any higher they'll be bursting through the door Tear down these walls let me shiver in the wind I'll take it as a sign well-timed and consider it God-sent I could take your hand and leap across the border Give a little gas and ride off towards higher ground Make a piecе of heaven near somе old forgotten town And let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around Let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around I can picture it now a white house in a clearing Humming a bluebird song til the days we're hard of hearing Ancient blue ridges just like big old fences Shelter from the world keeping senseless at a distance I could take your hand and leap across the border Give a little gas and ride off towards higher ground Make a piece of heaven near some old forgotten town And let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around Let the world pass by 'till there's no turning around I could take your hand and leap across the border Give a little gas and ride off towards higher ground Make a piece of heaven near some old forgotten town And let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around Let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around Let the world pass by 'til there's no turning around