Nobody out Molly in the corner

Letra

Verse 1 I don't have a road that always takes me home,
No little town waiting when I've been gone.
I'm a little bit north, a little bit south,
Pieces of a whole country living in my house. Sometimes I stay awake with old words in my hands,
Turning every sentence, trying to understand.
I remember every mistake, every scar, every line,
Things everybody forgot but still replay in my mind. I carry other people's pain like it belongs to me,
Like somehow their sorrow became my responsibility. Pre-Chorus Maybe that's why the nights get long,
Maybe that's why I write these songs. Chorus Black stone in my left pocket,
Silver coin in my right.
One keeps me grounded,
One shines through the night. Black stone and a silver coin,
That's how I've made it this far.
One holds the weight of who I was,
One points at who we are. --- Verse 2 My greatest joy, my deepest pride,
Are my daughters walking through this life.
Their laughter became my gospel song,
Their future's the reason I kept moving on. Every road I ever chose, every sacrifice I made,
Was for brighter tomorrows and less storms in their way. And I still miss my grandparents more than words can say,
They visit in my dreams when the daylight fades away. When I look in the mirror I can see my grandfather's eyes,
Same stubborn soul looking back through time. Chorus Black stone in my left pocket,
Silver coin in my right.
One keeps me grounded,
One shines through the night. Black stone and a silver coin,
That's how I've made it this far.
Holding on to where I've been,
Still reaching for the stars. --- Verse 3 I wrote my first book fighting loneliness.
The second one grows slow, like a whispered guess. Like the story already lives somewhere deep inside,
Waiting for the day I finally read it right. I flavor my liquor with what the forest gives.
St. John's wort and old memories still live. Outside the pines stand silent in the rain,
And every falling drop sounds like my name. The forest's been my oldest friend,
A place where broken thoughts can mend. --- Bridge When the darkness gets heavy and the road gets thin,
I've got two old friends named Jack and Jim. One from Kentucky, one from Tennessee,
They'll listen all night though they're no good for me. Life ain't the life I thought it'd be,
Funny thing, it's the life I dreamed. The autumn wind blows through my soul,
Washing old mud from the river below. And cranes fly over the rooftop high,
Drawing their stories across the sky. --- Final Chorus Black stone in my left pocket,
Silver coin in my right.
One reminds me where I've been,
One helps me face the night. Black stone and a silver coin,
All these years and I'm still here.
Carrying love, carrying loss,
Carrying hope, carrying fear. --- Outro And if one day someone asks me where I belong, I'll say... In the forest after rain.
In my daughters' laughing voices.
In the books I'm still writing.
In my grandfather's footsteps across the grass. That's my home. Maybe it always was.