Road Salt

Stars were in her eyes when she said "Baby, we're still young,

Maybe we weren't meant to rust in New England

Home will always be with those old salt speckled streets

But they've turned cold and we've grown mean because of them"

I could almost see the dust begin to settle on my boots

From tobacco fields below a harvest moon

My mind was halfway to them blue mountains and winding rivers

When stubborn roots, they reconsidered my move south

Guilt is a bastard, yeah, it is shrapnel wrapped in plaster

And I got lacerated debating getting out

I could almost see her dress sway as she danced across the porch

While the salt on her heels disappeared under the floor boards

Stars were in here eyes and I shot them down

Shards were strewn far and wide on the cold streets of this town

Now those dreams are just road salt on the frozen ground