Bumper in the Hail - Courtney Marie Andrews

Barnyard creeks

Your mother speaks

Will you head into town to get her some things?

That night the moon wasn’t sharp enough

To cut through the clouds

Another rainy night with you, locked inside

Another dream, another dim-lit light

Let’s not talk about things that we can break

There’s no goin' back once it’s made

No takin' back the things we say

My bumper’s fallin' off again

We’ll duct tape it in the hail

I’ll call you when I’m back on the 5

That night we talked about our doctors

And the valley of the sun

I laughed with ten strangers, and I could’ve called it love

The problem is, you see, I see a little bit of me in everyone I meet

Let’s not talk about things that we can break

There’s no goin' back once it’s made

No takin' back the things we say

My mind, the critic

Has nothin', has nothin' to complain about

Has nothin', nothin' to say

Has nothin', nothin' to say

Has nothin', nothin' to say