Seam Lyrics

I'm warming up to the idea

That tomorrow will someday be now

This place, this state, is all that I see

When I'm long lost but know I'll be found

And I'm starting to be a believer

In the truth of the matter at hand

There are nine thousand six hundred and nineteen square miles

In this barren and desolate land

But there's love on the seams

When you listen to the dreams

Of the old men who live in the trees here

And there's hate on the rocks

When we go swimming in socks

Oh how could I ever leave here

And I'm calming down for the new season

That is making its way into town

The winter is gone, there's no snow on the lawn

But there's plenty of ice on the ground

When the city is just a release here

And the highway cuts through every field

There are nine thousand six hundred and nineteen square miles

And still good reason to yield

But there's love on the seams

When you listen to the dreams

Of the women who live off the fees here

And there's hate on ice

But it'll have to suffice

Oh how could I ever leave here

And when all of this modern worry

Comes up in the throat again

You can call me, don't wonder

We're not going under

Just waiting for something to turn

And when all of this modern worry

Brings half of them back to the farm

Accept it, just take 'em

If the leaves fall, then rake 'em

That's something this place has to learn

It's time for sugaring?