From the recording White Lined Paper
Written by Doug Kwartler (ASCAP)
Produced by SideStreet and Doug Kwartler
Like a Baltimore landslide you moved in a crooked line. Didn’t waste a stretch of time before you covered over me. In the shadows before first light under cover of the darkest night, you broke ground and read my rights and forgot our history. Carry your boots but wear your shoes when you try to outrun your blues. Hold on tight and you’ll know what to do at the sign of your first bruise. Now the lower I get the less I am filled with regret. Don’t ever see the sunset and I’ll be doing just fine. Closer to the clay and mud means closer to the bones and blood. Hit the dirt with a hollow thud and open up the wine. So, dig your ditch deep and wide. I’ll see you on the other side. Spend your days forever trying to hide that hurt away. Like the devil in the purest snow, I can see clearly where you go. So, chill my heart and warm my soul and survive another day. Carry your boots but wear your shoes when you try to outrun your blues. Hold on tight and you’ll know what to do at the sign of your first bruise.