Some Small History

There was the faintest sliver of the moon
At two o'clock this afternoon
Well, you and me, we share the same one
We're out there battling the sun

Knocking chips with a five piece stick off a dull gray rock
But nothin's getting done
Don't it seem, don't it seem like
Nothin' ever gets done

They can call us hicks
We got your smile just wide enough to
Lodge between the bricks
Of some small history, yeah
Some can throw a switch
And it can sell you some half-truths
So lie and tell me you miss me
Yeah, tell me you miss me, yeah

The rails we ride were always built
On someone else's shoulders
Well, and the river rides smooth
Over hot yellow boulders
You might hear the sound of what you love fading out to nothing
A strip of pink on the horizon

But what you love will always smolder
The thing you love will always smolder
I think what you love will always smolder
The thing you love will always smolder

They can call us hicks
We got your smile just wide enough to
Lodge between the bricks
Of some small history, yeah
Some can throw a switch
And it can sell you some half-truths
So lie and tell me you miss me
Yeah, tell me you miss me, yeah

They can call us hicks
We got your smile just wide enough to
Lodge between the bricks
Of some small history, yeah
Some can throw a switch
And it can sell you some half-truths
So lie and tell me you miss me
Yeah, tell me you miss me, yeah