Brad Proudlove - Ruminate

Dug in, and the sun's gettin thin
Threw a rope 'round my bed
You heard, though I ain't said a word
All those things in my head

But I guess, it's all open out here
Can't make a silk purse, out of a sow's ear
And the fences we build 'round our hearts
Always seem to need mending, in the very same spots

Shed blood, in the thick prairie mud
Let it dry in the sun
West wind, tells the dirt where I been
This old heart weighs a ton

I can see, cupid's bow on your lips
In my mind I can feel my arms wrapped round yer hips
Nothing ventured, it's all in my head
Nothing gained 'cept the pain from this thing in my chest

Brome grass, trampled in desire paths
Ruminate on your words
At long last, we can rip off our masks
See who we really were

And I feel, all those acres burn off
And the scars on my hands seem like such a small cost
To be here, where the land meets the sky
As close on earth you can get to the great bye and bye

So I guess I'll just pry off these boots
Nothing outside to call for me if I'm here with you
In the east when the sun comes again
I'll roll myself over and stay for a spell

Written by:
Bradley Proudlove

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