Will you ever have a worry?
Will you ever live a lie?
Will you ever drown in comfort
Under long lost rural skies?
Her face lit up to tell a story
Around the time the Reverend died
We had camped out by the river
Under long lost rural skies
But now they’re gone
Victory laps withdrawn
And disappointment lingers on
If I told you that I loved you
Would you take that to the bank?
In the mows they’ve loved that story
But there’s no one left up there to thank
Because now they’re gone
Victory laps withdrawn
The disappointment lingers on

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