Song Bird

You're the only reason
That I come back to this town.
You're the only face I want to see.
From the Bootheel of Missouri,
To the hills of Tennessee,
Those places you've outgrown are swallowed whole.
And I feel like a traitor
Singing in your stead.
You know there's only one thing
You're cut out for.
Oh, why won't you?
Oh, why won't you?
Well, there's a million teardrops
Beneath that small town smile.
The more you love,
The closer you are to crying.
You got tired of traveling.
Tired of being gone.
And tired of business
Pushing you around.
Oh, why won't you?
Oh, why won't you,
Sing?
Well, it's not the land of my birth,
But it's what I've come to know.
Those country tunes lay buried in your bones.
And there's a band angels
That follow you around.
Oh, why won't you?
Oh, why won't you?
Oh, why won't you,
Sing?