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Mud on the tires, rain in the grain
Your name scratched deep in the side of the van
Old fence leaning, fields gone brown
Everybody leaves when the harvest comes down


You said the truth was a loaded gun
I said I’d hold it till the morning sun


Meet me at the grange, where the floorboards bend
Where the dead-end road pretends it has an end
Kick dust from the rafters, let the low lights shake
We were born half-broken, what else could we make?


Tin roof rattling above the hall
Cheap beer sweating by the basketball
Your black coat hanging from a rusted nail
Like a small-town warning in a county jail


I learned early that silence has acreage.
It stretches behind the house, past the fields,
past the names carved into the kitchen table.
You can bury a confession under corn husks,
but the roots keep finding it.
Every family keeps one locked room.
Every town builds a church around it.
And every night, somebody drives past slowly
just to prove the darkness still belongs to them.