There was a time when I did love a woman
A summer out upon the Texas plain
My mother, she had died when I was twenty
As for my father, never knew his name
Her daddy, he would take me on his horses
The mornin’ it gave way into a storm
As we rode on for miles
He turned to me and smiled
Saying, “Son, the reason I was born.”
Some people try to carry up their weight
Others try so hard to carry on
It ain’t about what’s lost
But something you will find
Oh, my son
Up here on the ride
The years have flown and I have lost that woman
Just like so many tears upon my life
It’s funny if it’s strange
But it comes to me in dreams
Asking, Son
"Did you ever learn to ride?"
Some people try to carry up their weight
Others try so hard to carry on
It ain’t about what’s lost
But something you will find
Oh, my son
Up here on the ride
It ain’t about what’s lost
It’s something you will find
Oh, my son
Up upon the ride
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Sawyer Phillips
Singer-songwriter recovering from an injury. *Now pursuing a career in creative writing* Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Love the lyrics