Dry Out - Church Girls

It’s been a week since New York

Where I drowned in a haze

And we’ve started counting the miles left to go

I think we already know

Been nights of staring into black

Until black became gray

Riding on that ferry off the coast

Yeah I already know

So I’ll take the month to dry out or maybe for the long haul

To find out that the worst part is knowing my part in it all

We’re twisting words on the roads

That wind on the front range

Got me counting the days til we’re home

But we’re nowhere close

If I could shed off the pride

Then I’d ask you to stay

But that gut of the glacier is still cold

Yeah I suppose

I’ll take the month to dry out or maybe for the long haul

To find out that the worst part is knowing my part in it all

Take the month to dry out or maybe for the long haul

To find out that the worst part is knowing my part in it all

It’s been a week since the farm

And that midwestern sky

And the days drag on so slow

Cause we already know

So I’ll start swimming to shore

And throw out the charade

Let the seas recycle and regrow

It’s what I needed the most