Warm in the Grain

We came home slow with the dust on our roofs

Sun in the windows and a song in suits

Shape of the road in the shape of the heart

Finding the light in the muddest parts

Warm in the grain, steady in the rain

Hand still holding what we can't explain

Weathered and canned, no need to pretend

We sing it back till the evening ends

Coffee on the stove and the porch light low

All the small things that we learned and knew

A fiddle in the corner, a line in the air

Every old scar says we made it here

Warm in the grain, steady in the rain

Hands still holding what we can't explain

Weathered and kind, no need to pretend

We sing it back till the evening ends

If the night gets long, we'll keep time by the flame

Call each other closer by the shape of our name

Warm in the grain, steady in the rain

Hands still holding what we can't explain

Weathered and kind, no need to pretend

We sing it back till the evening ends