Good Soil

[Verse 1]
Two lawn chairs from the K-Mart on Gray Highway,
a clay pot of basil he bought her that Tuesday.
The string of porch lights that took all afternoon to hang,
and the sudden, quiet way she started sayin' his name.
A welcome mat trackin' in that red Georgia dust,
a little patch of garden planted on nothin' but trust.

[Chorus]
Some folks pray for rain, some folks pray for sun.
I'm just takin' inventory 'til the season's done.
Watchin' somethin' sacred growin' in the dirt and bone,
and wonderin' how long 'til it's left alone.

[Verse 2]
A cracked window pane from a thrown ball in late July.
The single yellow bulb he's been meanin' to buy.
Heard him through the screen door, two A.M., a whispered fight,
"What'd you even mean by that?" burnin' up the night.
The tomato vines are witherin', ain't seen water in a week,
cicada drone swallowin' up the words they wouldn't speak.

[Instrumental Break]
(No vocals for 20 seconds)

[Bridge]
You can prune the weak branch and you can till the ground,
but you can't command the roots on the day they come unwound.
Some things just ain't meant to thrive in borrowed time.

[Chorus]
Some folks pray for rain, some folks pray for sun.
I'm just takin' inventory 'til the season's done.
Watchin' somethin' sacred growin' in the dirt and bone,
and wonderin' how long 'til it's left alone.

[Outro]
His car's been gone since morning.
Yeah, the season's done.