Wild Sweet Orange

There's a sunrise every morning that you miss 'cause you're asleep. There's a sunset every evening, you miss in your car leaving to wherever it is that you're going. You're not pulled but led. 'Cause its not for who you're going, but what they give y

I was born in Nashville With a song in my head And it took me 20 years To get a guitar in my hands And now that I do I just want to sing it for you Like it's never been said to you Or there is nothing else that I know how to do I can't stop singing a

follow the black marks on the floor fallen through the bathroom door on his face, that's how it finds you you built an alter of books and melting wax sackcloth and his panic attacks smears his eyes with the candle ash and oh, does God have a sound? l