Last night over Black and Tans
Spent more time than I ever have with your best man
We talked about horses, rabbits, tires, and LA
And I went home wondering does this man know my dad better than I ever can?
If we're not bound by our histories
Is there such a thing as hiding?
Cause all this time I've spent reaching
Only to find your friend since five, your wife, and daughter know the same guy
On our recent walks to the beach
The first time we ever talked about anything
We covered coyotes, cactuses, donuts, and sin
And I went home feeling more grounded than I've ever been
If we're not bound by our histories
Tell me - what's worth sharing
Cause all this time I've spent worrying
That omission's lying, change means fighting, growth is erasing
But that can't be right
The grass bristles against my back
The pasture's green quiets my past
As the darkness grows my mistakes unfold
But in my bones I know I've glimpsed home
When I stumble still let me go
Cause this longing follows when I tell it no
While permission, persistence, withdrawal knock at my door
They tell me, "Do less, child. Not more."
If we're not bound by our histories
Show me a different way of living
Cause all this time I've spent pushing
Only to see we get to be who we are and who we always were
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Last night over Black and Tans
Spent more time than I ever have with your best man
We talked about horses, rabbits, tires, and LA
And I went home wondering does this man know my dad better than I ever can?
If we're not bound by our histories
Is there such a thing as hiding?
Cause all this time I've spent reaching
Only to find your friend since five, your wife, and daughter know the same guy
On our recent walks to the beach
The first time we ever talked about anything
We covered coyotes, cactuses, donuts, and sin
And I went home feeling more grounded than I've ever been
If we're not bound by our histories
Tell me - what's worth sharing
Cause all this time I've spent worrying
That omission's lying, change means fighting, growth is erasing
But that can't be right
The grass bristles against my back
The pasture's green quiets my past
As the darkness grows my mistakes unfold
But in my bones I know I've glimpsed home
When I stumble still let me go
Cause this longing follows when I tell it no
While permission, persistence, withdrawal knock at my door
They tell me, "Do less, child. Not more."
If we're not bound by our histories
Show me a different way of living
Cause all this time I've spent pushing
Only to see we get to be who we are and who we always were
Spent more time than I ever have with your best man
We talked about horses, rabbits, tires, and LA
And I went home wondering does this man know my dad better than I ever can?
If we're not bound by our histories
Is there such a thing as hiding?
Cause all this time I've spent reaching
Only to find your friend since five, your wife, and daughter know the same guy
On our recent walks to the beach
The first time we ever talked about anything
We covered coyotes, cactuses, donuts, and sin
And I went home feeling more grounded than I've ever been
If we're not bound by our histories
Tell me - what's worth sharing
Cause all this time I've spent worrying
That omission's lying, change means fighting, growth is erasing
But that can't be right
The grass bristles against my back
The pasture's green quiets my past
As the darkness grows my mistakes unfold
But in my bones I know I've glimpsed home
When I stumble still let me go
Cause this longing follows when I tell it no
While permission, persistence, withdrawal knock at my door
They tell me, "Do less, child. Not more."
If we're not bound by our histories
Show me a different way of living
Cause all this time I've spent pushing
Only to see we get to be who we are and who we always were
Writer: Riley Burke
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid