From the sky the highway’s straight as it could be / A string pulled tight from home to Tennessee / Still, somehow, those ditches took the better part of me / From the sky, the highway’s straight as it could be / Take my hand baby, we’re over land / I know flying over water […]

I taught myself to tolerate the pain / All the loneliness and boredom and the work I did in vain / All the work we did in vain, now I’m not the same as I was / I’ve done my tour of duty now I’ll try to do what a civilian does (Jason Isbell)

And here we sit / Singing words nobody taught us / Drinking fire and spitting sawdust / Trying to teach ourselves to breathe / We haven’t yet / But every chorus brings us closer / Every flyer and every poster / Gives a piece of what we need / And the sand that they call […]