Church Girls - Dry Out

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It’s been a week since New York
Where I drowned in a haze
And we’ve started counting the miles left to go
I think we already know
Been nights of staring into black
Until black became gray
Riding on that ferry off the coast
Yeah I already know
So I’ll take the month to dry out or maybe for the long haul
To find out that the worst part is knowing my part in it all
We’re twisting words on the roads
That wind on the front range
Got me counting the days til we’re home
But we’re nowhere close
If I could shed off the pride
Then I’d ask you to stay
But that gut of the glacier is still cold
Yeah I suppose
I’ll take the month to dry out or maybe for the long haul
To find out that the worst part is knowing my part in it all
Take the month to dry out or maybe for the long haul
To find out that the worst part is knowing my part in it all
It’s been a week since the farm
And that midwestern sky
And the days drag on so slow
Cause we already know
So I’ll start swimming to shore
And throw out the charade
Let the seas recycle and regrow
It’s what I needed the most