Well I was on My way to a Bad one.. when she called Me from Our home
And it was rainin dont it figure... like it always does when things go wrong..
and that Bluegrass Air got a whole lot Colder.. when I told Her .. They just added a few more Tours to this shift Im on..
She says .. I hate You were born to do it.. and I hate that its what you are.. I hate that I worry about you and I know Your just down the road but it seems Your still so Far.. and It startin to feel like
Home is anywhere You roam any Road Your on Any roof Your under.. Home..
When Your with the Boys and that Engine is loud as thunder. and it scares Me half to death .. that what Your giving up to get.. is the things that Youll regret when You get home....
I could tell on the other end of that Cell phone line.. that She was lying when She said she wasnt crying.. and She had to go and Careful on that hose..
and I told Her Hon I hope you know Your the only thing.. that keeps Me goin when I feel like Im out here all alone.. And Girl I got to Stage.. cause these Fires they dont wait.. and We Will talk about this more when I get home.. And she said What You know about home???
Cause its startin to feel like Home.. is any Scene your on Any truck your on any roof your under Home.. When Your with your Crew and that Engines loud as thunder..
And it scares Me half to death that your givin me up to get all the things that youll regret when you get home..
Bobby, there's a burning stream of words buried somewhere inside you. LET IT OUT BRO! That was amazing. I write better then I can express what I feel inside. My wife is the recipient of this meandering. Let it out bro.