They Don't Make Gravel Roads Like They Used To - Red City Radio

Do you remember the longest summer day

The days above the clay

The hours we would waste away

And the sounds

And the sounds that we’d surround the outskirts of this town

So what was up would not fall down

You’re holding on to what’s dead and gone

It’s not an angel not a satellite that makes you want to keep on singing

You’re holding on to what’s dead and gone

It doesn’t take the push of marketing to act like there is no tomorrow

I know it’s nostalgia that is sharpening my wit

It picks the hairs I choose to split

The perspective that I’m parting with

But in this town

In this town where laughter drowns

We put our best friends in the ground

So what was lost cannot be found

You’re holding on to what’s dead and gone

It’s not an angel not a satellite that makes you want to keep on singing

You’re holding on to what’s dead and gone

It doesn’t take the push of marketing to act like there is no tomorrow

Father told me son you must never walk alone

Keep these memories in your heart and you will learn to carry on

It’s not an angel not a satellite that makes you want to keep on singing

It’s not an angel not a satellite that makes you want to keep on singing

I will rectify the fallacy of waiting for my new beginning

I will rectify the fallacy of waiting for my new tomorrow