Phlox

There’s a valley where the wildflowers grow

Oh the longing takes me back

There’s a sorrow in the undertone

Of a slowly fading past

Broken pieces, colored glass

Smell the meadow phlox there so you know

The scent of southern air down where they grow

Whiskey never tasted good to me

But if that’s what you have that’s what I’ll drink

Sink my feet into the shallow shore

If I walk will it get deep

It might pull me in the undertow

Maybe that’s just what I need

When it’s done can I go back?

And smell the meadow phlox there so I know

The scent of southern air down where they grow

Whiskey never tasted good to me

But if that’s what you have that’s what I’ll drink

Smell the meadow phlox there so you know

The scent of southern air before you go