Texty: Balance Problems. Iowa.

i only knew you from
three months of tour, and a cellular phone
we talked of the midwest
and i learned all of that you left behind

oh and the loss runs deep
your father and a friend are rug-pulled from your feet
but i'll try and give you a place
to lay your tired head,
and hide your lonely face

there's a bed waiting for you,
there's a light that i left on,
there's a purpose in the distance in
the things that i've done wrong

you came to stay with us
a week in the south, you weren't missing much
the day that you left it rained
and the cold weather up north was calling your name
so i helped you pack your bags
folding your shirts, the clothes on your back
home never felt so far
and the morning i found sweaters you dropped in my front yard

there's a bed waiting for you,
there's a light that i left on,
there's a purpose in the distance in the things that i've done wrong

be careful how you hold yourself, i know
you worry what might happen but i swear it wont
so i'm waiting for your voice to make a sound
but i know every word before they leave your mouth

~Chorus~
there's a place that you live in,
a town that you call home
there's a state that you visit,
but you never stay too long

(Thanks to Austin for these lyrics)