Slow Living

Slow living
Can be life giving
Although we might disagree
If most our lives are lived in black and white
It makes the gray so hard to see

The same old people
The same old steeples
On every corner
For half a mile

Where nothing changes
And ain't it strange that
We didn't notice
As a child

Slow living
Can be life giving
Although we might disagree
If most our lives are lived in black and white
It makes the gray so hard to see

Living in a dry state
Where we all say grace
Buying liquor on a Sunday
Across the county lines

Where the raindrops
Roll off the rooftops
Making the clock stop
For just a little while

Slow living
Can be life giving
Although we might disagree
If most our lives are lived in black and white
It makes the gray so hard to see

Sitting on the porch steps
In the town where we met
After the sun sets
On a Friday night

Southern fireflies
Lighting up the night sky
Lucky to realize
One more time

That slow living
Can be life giving
Although we might disagree
If most our lives are lived in black and white
It makes the gray so hard to see
It makes the gray so hard to see