MUSIC FOR SALE

Verse 1
There's a stretch of red clay by the county line,
Where wild grass sways waist-high.
We stood there tracing porch rails in the air,
beneath a painted Georgia sky
You sketched a front door in the dashboard dust
While the radio played low
And every firefly flickering in the fields
Looked like a window's golden glow

Pre-Chorus
We laid our dreams across that land
Like seed before the rain
Never thought forever could slip right through our hands

Chorus
I'm driving by the house we never built
That white porch rocking in my mind
Screen door singing in the evening breeze
Like it's frozen there in time
Every room still holds a memory
Of a life we never lived
Some hearts break when love walks away
Mine broke for what it missed
Yeah, part of me still walks those halls
On a road that don't exist
I'm still living in the house we never built

Verse 2
There was gonna be a tire swing on an old oak limb
A garden running down the fence
Your Sunday dress dancing through the kitchen light
While supper simmered on the stove again
Picture frames climbing the hallway wall
Years we hadn't even seen
A Labrador asleep by the fireplace
And little footprints in between

Pre-Chorus
Sometimes when the sun hangs low
And shadows start to fall
I swear I see that porch light shine
Where there's nothing there at all

Chorus
I'm driving by the house we never built
That white porch rocking in my mind
Screen door singing in the evening breeze
Like it's frozen there in time
Every room still holds a memory
Of a life we never lived
Some hearts break when love walks away
Mine broke for what it missed
Yeah, part of me still walks those halls
On a road that don't exist
I'm still living in the house we never built

Bridge
No foundation ever touched the ground
No keys were cut, no paint was dried
But I can still hear your laughter
Floating from somewhere inside
Some people lose a lover
Some people lose a friend
I lost Sunday mornings
And fifty years that never got to begin

Final Chorus
I'm driving by the house we never built
Where the tall grass bends with the wind
And every blade still points me back
To who we might have been
The years keep rolling down the highway
But the view never quite quits
'Cause part of me still calls it home
Yeah, part of me still calls it home
Though it never existed
I'm still living in the house we never built

Outro
Just a patch of red clay...
And a lifetime standing on it...