Flying over Water - Jason Isbell

From the sky we look so organized and brave

Walls that make up barricades and graves

Daddy’s little empire built by hands and built by slaves

From the sky we look so organized and brave

In the heat I saw you rising from the dirt

Drunk, in tears and tugging at your skirt

If only you could tell me then what part of you got hurt

In the heat I saw you rising from the dirt

Take my hand, baby, we’re over land

I know flying over water makes you cry

Where’s that liquor cart?

Maybe we shouldn’t start

But I can’t for the life of me say why

From the sky, the highway’s straight as it could be

A string pulled tight from home to Tennessee

And still somehow those ditches took the better part of me

From the sky, the highway’s straight as it could be

Take my hand, baby, we’re over land

I know flying over water makes you cry

Been in the sky so long, seems like the long way home

But I can’t for the life of me say why

Did we leave our love behind?

Would we leave our love behind?

Did we leave our love behind?

Would we leave our love behind?

Take my hand, baby, we’re over land

I know flying over water makes you cry

Been in the sky so long, seems like the long way home

But I can’t for the life of me say why

Did we leave our love behind?

Did we leave our love behind?