Flyway Cafe (feat. Presley Tucker)

On the spot where two rivers meet

Gravel lot off of a broken street

Daddy sold a chunk of land to the state

Fields and floods, timing never great

Big ol' pump gun on the wall

The old coffee boys and their old cat calls

My arms you note while I handed you your plate

Years of tack tossed over the gate

She could leave this town but where would she go?

Where the river matched her rhythm and her heart's tempo

Where the wind taught a lesson from long ago

Her mind said maybe but her heart said no

Always rocks and picks an arm's reach from my bed

Half a dozen books, I only each half read

I keep the same hat my grandaddy wore

Tears wellin' up like they was before

Every morning is just a gut punch from the past

By sunset you wish your days would last

It's a constant struggle, one foot in front of the other

Day by day

Welcome to the Flyway Café

Every morning is just a gut punch from the past

By sunset you wish your days would last

It's a constant struggle, one foot in front of the other

Day by day

Welcome to the Flyway Café

Welcome to the Flyway Café