Waiting on a landslide
I'm halfway down, you're on the other side
Wearing the words that you could never find
Strawberry blonde, maybe another life
And it's the same street
We keep making up under the elm tree
Mud on your dress
The only ten I see
I know when it's time to leave the party
And the freckles on your nose
Always made me feel like home

But I gotta get going
Cracks have been showing
This truck ain't gonna run on its own
I've been lying to myself
When I know therе's something else
And thе sun is just starting to show
Big sky
Big hope
Big clouds
Big sky
Big hope
Big clouds

It happens all the time
The rolling hills have been a friend of mine
But they don't stop until the county line
Why does the right thing feel so hard to find?
Baby, I wish you well
I feel like this town's become a carousel
With glitter and horses and a country song
Will I miss it when I'm gone?

Well, I gotta get going
Cracks have been showing
This truck ain't gonna run on its own
I've been lying to myself
When I know there's something else
And the sun is just starting to show
Big sky
Big hope
Big clouds
Big sky
Big hope
Big clouds