Locals

If winter is cold and empty

Summer

Is fire in the blood

Bourbon on the lips

Out here

On these mountains

Where the dust settles

In the valley

Like the floor of the churches

Along the tracks in your hometown

We learned

About fire raining down burning the alter and the dirt around it

Survivalism is our anthem

Overcoming

Is what we are

And we didn’t have much

But it was enough

authenticity is learned

Like intimacy

And truth

She teaches herself

How to live

How to overcome

How to be anything

And you are earth

Grounded

She is sky

Higher than

What they are selling

She’s ok with the finer things

She’s ok with the little things

She’s always growing

Alright

You have to keep going

You have to keep growing

You have to understand

Anything can change

Anything can happen

There’s no rules

summer

On the mountain

It used to be the kind of

Thing

You were carefree

Trains on the track

Gas in the Datsun

You were and you weren’t

Time after time

It’s alright

We become as we grow

Fire in her eyes

Lonely isn’t empty

You get knocked out

Broke down

Let down

Time after time

You build yourself back

You build yourself back

You pour out the bitter

You cut out the root

You keep growing back

Like these mountains

Like these roads

Only local understands

You continue

She continues

You continue

We continue

Go

-E

Regardingsamuel.com

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