On the way back from Hartsfield, these country roads aint my home
Two bluebirds landed in my lane just as I felt the carnage like a bomb
And looking back in my mirror from this heaving life taker of lead
One bluebird tried with all its heart to raise the other from the dead
And on and on in my head
Im a rose in the desert, bleed me till I dry
Im a bird on the backroads of Georgia watching the trucks fly
You never know what a choice is until its too late
A subtle hand in the mind of your plans and baby dont leave it up to fate
You gotta make it all happen, every second, every soul
And everything I ever thought I knew is changing with this road
On and on so it goes
Im a rose in the desert, bleed me till I dry
Im a bird on the backroads of Georgia watching the trucks fly
My love youre too far out of reach, I want you safe and next to me
I wish I could hold you inside and keep you deprived of all that which I worry
Now Im on my way to anywhere but you cant go back from where you came
So as I drive Im aware of all the closing distance of this terrain
And I'll drive till the Maker calls my name
Im a rose in the desert, bleed me till I dry
Im a bird on the backroads of Georgia watching the trucks fly
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