The Valley-Matt Buetow
There’s snot on his sleeve and he’s slurring,
but that ain’t where you want to wear your heart
You tried to let it go and just keep moving,
but you need that heavy coal to turn your wheels
Yeah, you need to let ‘em know just how it feels
To leave town
Goldenrod and milkweed split like cotton
The old red barn to tell you how it was
The red winged blackbird’s singing
Eight years old sprawled out on the lawn
But you gotta get back home to hear that song
again
But my complications have me racing through my days,
my headaches will not let me belong
To everything I heard in that early evening blackbird’s song
The music will not wait and all the days will not come free,
but the fireflies have been there all along
So what’s the harm in spending one more summer in the valley lost
What’s the harm in spending one more summer in the valley lost