Temporary Town (Live From The Church)

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

With dreams of swinging on our porch ganderin' ridgelines

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There's a mighty mountain of bills on the floor

If they build up any higher they'll be burstin' through the door

Tear down these walls let me shiver in the wind

I'll take it as a sign, a well-timed and considerate godsend

I could take your hand and leap across the border

Give a little gas and ride off towards high 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

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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 are just like big ol' 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 high 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

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I could take your hand and leap across the border

Give a little gas and ride off towards high 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