West Virginia
The sun setting The cold of silence The earth falling These are the sounds of goodbye
Rough scrawling On a page turning Chapters burning Into the back of my mind
Pictures painted with a thousand words Seems to last ohh so long
And I know maybe I didn’t cry But does that mean I don’t love you
And I know maybe I didn’t know you But does that mean I wont miss you
Blood on the ground These are the roots that bind me To these strings And with this sound
The West Virginia In your veins Only lasts In these songs
Holding tight To the ghosts of History Knowing one day I’ll play you this song
And I know that look in your eye Cause that same black line was drawn on me too
And I know your somewhere inside And I promise I’ll find you
The sun setting The cold of silence The earth falling These are the sounds of goodbye