Текст песни
Down the Road a Piece
In the grey light of the morning
When the windows aren't awake
And the buildings lay there vacant
And the cold wind makes them shake
The church house waits for Easter morning
Songs have soaked into its walls
Above the graveyard dressed in flowers
The first light of this dawn falls
You can hear the engine humming
Someone coming from the east
Who would guess that the rain'd be gently falling
Down the road a piece.
Spring just cast the seeds for the summer
In the hopes that they will grow
Watered by these few frigid raindrops
Seeping the soil below
Who will turn these heavy clods of clay
With the cultivator's tines?
Giving way to the hope of a new season
With the outpouring of light
Can you feel the force of fifty thousand colors
Breaking forward to release
Who would guess that the flowers would be blooming
Down the road a piece.
We've learned not to do much talking
On the road down which we go
And we've grown to be suspicious
Whenever someone says "hello"
If you'd just roll down your window
They would offer you their best
Where the sweet tea flows even more freely
Than the river in the west.
You could see them stopping waving
They're not bothered in the least.
Who would guess that the folks would be so friendly
Down the road a piece.