At My Post

Branches waving madly in the air
Waving 'round like they don't even careLast time I considered leaving here
The roads caught fire and I drank all our beerOut here at my post, I've learned a lot
I've learned that the fruit on the ground is gonna rot
There's more atm's with air conditioning
Then there are birds on the wingOut here at my post, I've learned a few things
Like the sun ain't afraid to bleach out a dream
And the way that you were ain't the way that you will always bePlease believe meBranches wave and ask for change to spare
Once I did but now I barely careLast time I considered leavin' town
Something dumb came up and I turned aroundOut here at my post, I've learned a lot
I've learned that the fruit on the ground is gonna rot
There's more atm's with air conditioning
Then there are birds on the wingOut here at my post, I've learned a few things
Like the sun ain't afraid to bleach out a dream
And the way that you were ain't the way that you will always bePlease believe meOut here at my post