One Hill

A cold winter’s window pane, Peering out i hear the train
Made of steam and steel and will and lots of hope
It holds my heart just like these hills, while thoughts of you in my head they mill
Around so sound so sweet, it chokes my throat

We past Llano in a real hard snow, and yes indeed we best head home
Though nights like these are few and far between
So rest your head and I’ll rub my chin, and count the ways we’re like this land
Made of grit, and dirt, and dust and lots of dreams

And this hill country it knows my name
As her too, it’s kind of one the same
A blowing snow or sky blue eyes
There ain’t one hill that I won’t climb

Here of late life ain’t been kind, though this night’s a friend of mine
In a dim lit room, I sit just and watch you sleep
Like this land and big blue eyes, it calms my soul and eases my mind
You never even knew that I kissed your cheek