Some Small History

There was the faintest sliver of the moon
 At two o'clock this afternoon
 Well, you and me, we share the same one
 We're out there battling the sun
 Knocking chips with a five piece stick off a dull gray rock
 But nothin's getting done
 Don't it seem, don't it seem like
 Nothin' ever gets done
 They can call us hicks
 We got your smile just wide enough to
 Lodge between the bricks
 Of some small history, yeah
 Some can throw a switch
 And it can sell you some half-truths
 So lie and tell me you miss me
 Yeah, tell me you miss me, yeah
 The rails we ride were always built
 On someone else's shoulders
 Well, and the river rides smooth
 Over hot yellow boulders
 You might hear the sound of what you love fading out to nothing
 A strip of pink on the horizon
 But what you love will always smolder
 The thing you love will always smolder
 I think what you love will always smolder
 The thing you love will always smolder
 They can call us hicks
 We got your smile just wide enough to
 Lodge between the bricks
 Of some small history, yeah
 Some can throw a switch
 And it can sell you some half-truths
 So lie and tell me you miss me
 Yeah, tell me you miss me, yeah
 They can call us hicks
 We got your smile just wide enough to
 Lodge between the bricks
 Of some small history, yeah
 Some can throw a switch
 And it can sell you some half-truths
 So lie and tell me you miss me
 Yeah, tell me you miss me, yeah