Hardened and Tempered

Sad songs dress pretty.

centerville

No one remembers when the gas pumps ran dry
When did anything feel full for a buck eighty-nine?
Windows are boarded, but a light’s on inside
A blue glow of fluorescence and cigarette smoke

I remember those summer nights when we were nineteen
You couldn’t tide me over; hunger’s a fickle thing
In the last place standing east of the cemetery
We were in Centerville off of Highway 33

What you’re hoping to find and what you’re trying to leave
Nowhere is somewhere in between
What you’re hoping to find and what you’re trying to leave
Nowhere is somewhere in between

I rolled my windows down, turned the heat on full blast
Leaned out to look past what’s too foggy and cracked
Sun blinds as it rises so I watched the rearview mirror
I passed Centerville, then I watched it disappear

What you’re hoping to find and what you’re trying to leave
Nowhere is somewhere in between
What you’re hoping to find and what you’re trying to leave
Nowhere is somewhere in between

I sometimes think I see you
It’s a trick my mind plays
’Cause it’s been a long time
But what’s there still remains

I sometimes think I see you
And you still look the same
Before the center shifts
And times change

What you’re hoping to find and what you’re trying to leave
Nowhere is somewhere in between
What you’re hoping to find and what you’re trying to leave
I pass through you, you pass through me
I pass through you, you pass through me
I pass through you, you pass through me

 

Written by Kristin L. Davidson (BMI)
Kristin Davidson: vocals, guitar, pedal steel
Carolyn Phillips: vocals
Lloyd Maines: guitars, bass
Pat Manske: percussion

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