Letra de Country Air

I can't imagine anything that doesn't exist
I can suppress memories that seem to persist
At eight you're running through the backyard running
I play the coward here hiding at the back of the room
All that country air informs the flow you're riding
I'm getting shoved into a box that's looking more like a tomb
Lies can eat up your time until you've lost interest
The bar continually raised, it can't be hit
You stopped running and accomplished something
Slowing down throwing out the rash parts that became you
Can I make a call on an impulse?
This may be the only way I can make, make, make it through
I can't imagine anything that doesn't exist
Look there, can you see what I just did?