Grey Skies from Last Call by Stephen Simmons

GREY SKIES

Grey skies, dead trees
Rain slowly rolling down their brittle leaves
Wet roads, can’t see my way
Wipers dragging across my windows with a tattered blade
Left home, this morn
Left a place I’ve been ashamed of since I was born
Driving on, this road
Trying to forget, trying to forgive, trying to move on

The wheels are turning faster now
Why can’t I just get past it now
Just when I think I’ve lost it
It’s back around
Here somehow

Cross words, bloody lips
Years of resentment balled up in a clinched fist
Babies cry, kids hide
But mama and daddy hide too behind their lies
Fell down, silly me
Go out and play child and let your daddy be
He’s had a hard day, a hard life
A million excuses a million lies

Chorus

Don’t know where, I’m bound for
But I just couldn’t stay where I was anymore
Just driving on, this road
Now I’m driving fast, driving on, but I’ll never be alone
Put the pedal down, turn the music up
Anything to drown out, anything to speed up this truck
Guess I’ll know it when, I get there
Maybe see the sun, see the stars, maybe breathe new air

Chorus

Grey skies, dead trees
Rain slowly rolling down their brittle leaves

• Americana
• Country
• Nashville
• alt-country
• country folk
• singer-songwriter
• Nashville