Stone's Throw (Live At The Ryman)

You can call what we got last night sleep

Well, we got a few hours

Blurred lines, I'm fighting like hell, try to keep my eyes wide open

Always running from, running to, running late, or running out of

It's the return that keeps us going

Been gone way too long

Can't count all the roads we've been down

Try to keep it between the ditches 'til the Dolly Parton Bridge is in the front window

I've been gone (way too long)

Can't count all the roads we've been down

Now we're a stone's throw

Oh, a stone's throw from home

Been counting down hours for hours

Now we're so close, we can almost taste it

Only 20 odd mile marks left for us to pass

Everything that we've been needing, and missing, and wanting is just ahead waiting

Giving us even more reason to drive slower leaving than we do coming back

Been gone for way too long

Can't count all the roads we've been down

Try to keep it between the ditches 'til the Dolly Parton Bridge is in the front window

Been gone for way too long

Can't count all the roads we've been down

Now we're a stone's throw

A round stone's throw from home

Lord, I've been gone

Lord, I've been gone

Lord, I've been gone

Been gone, been gone, been gone

I've been gone, I've been gone

Been gone, been gone

I've been gone

Thank you so much