The Road the Rain Left Bare

The porch light’s burned a hole in June

The screen door sings the same old tune

A suitcase full of worse for wear

I walk the road the rain left bare

Oh, the miles are just a lie we tell

To keep the heart from knowing hell

But every crack in the blacktop leads

To where the goldenrod still seeds

The county fair’s been packed and gone

The Ferris wheel stands all alone

I kissed your name on a wooden chair

Now the dust just settles there

Oh, the miles are just a lie we tell

To keep the heart from knowing hell

But every crack in the blacktop leads

To where the goldenrod still seeds

If I could fold the map like a shirt

And wear the place where it didn’t hurt

I’d stand in the kitchen, hear you hum

Wait for the kettle and the winter to come

Oh, the miles… are just a lie

The cold knows better than goodbye

But the road keeps singing under my feet

The same three chords – incomplete

(humming) … the road the rain left bare … the road the rain left bare