Homestead

Will Stelter

Started off alright, in a homestead
Started kissing til the morning light, in a home
Started off alright, for a broken
Piece of mangled light, on a cross
Hang me in the pasture, hang me out to dry

Even now, I see you smile, behind white picket fence aisles.
In the country somewhere.
We are young, we are bound. This is our oath, walking dark lonely country roads, for a way out, or a way back in

Started off alright, in a homestead
I could feel alright, in a moment,
We’d sleep til the end of night,
But the sun was screaming,
Hang me in the pasture, hang me out dry

Even now, I see you smile, behind white picket fence aisles.
In the country somewhere.
We are young, we are bound. This is our oath, walking dark lonely country roads, for a way out, or a way back in