Sage Road - Burning Wood Lyrics

Mr McLean I was on the last train for the coast
Whitney I left drinking on that city train to spend some time on the road
Then one morning I woke up and I was home
Where the bunnies run free
And everything's open
The caravan gate's just got to get closed
Grandpa Jim was in god's lobby
I snuck him whisky a true good grandson should
Running to Silverdale - Stillwater - smoked fish - ain't life good

Every lost soul knows the smell of home when they smell burning wood
My lost soul knows the smell of home when I smell burning wood

The air is cold
Us dogs in gentlemen's clothing - gamblers who already won
I want to be an Olympian sprint finisher - faster than the gun
A liver of life - like a sailor to rum
Life Is more about the coat mama gave me - than buying a new one

Every lost soul knows the smell of home when they smell burning wood
My lost soul knows the smell of home when I smell burning wood

Life is all good - and it's a hard road to happiness
When being humble doesn't teach one what it should
Jesus please stop these natural disasters - all of a sudden Mother Nature needs to be more caring
My level of faith is the same as yours until the above thoughts are reality
And thinking freely it ain't all that daring
We weather storm by storm
And when it's sunny - count our blessings

Every lost soul knows the smell of home when they smell burning wood
My lost soul knows the smell of home when I smell burning wood

Daddy's halo ain't so golden - time in the country with him found out that halo - came down and choked him
My mama harder than a Russian, raising raisins, right out the union
It's good to be home - hand flowing out the window
Flowing through the air
Ain't that fresh air - soothing

Every lost soul knows the smell of home when they smell burning wood
My lost soul knows the smell of home when I smell burning wood