Lyrics: Benjamin Strawn/Anthony Quails
Music: Benjamin Strawn
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