Kansas Hill

[Verse] White lines on the road ahead Like words I haven't said The passenger seat still holds That Bible, stories untold From last year, a faded page Turning to a brand new stage [Pre-Chorus] Dust motes dance in sunbeam bright Guiding me through fading light Smell of apples, warm and sweet Mom's kitchen, a childhood treat Omaha kitchens, long ago A simple, loving, gentle glow [Chorus] Golden light on empty space Where your memory fills this place Kansas fields, a dusty haze Driving through these fading days Radio plays a song we knew Wishin' I was driving with you [Verse] Wheat fields whisper in the breeze Secrets carried through the trees This old truck, a steady hum Where did all the good times come from? Just this road and sky so wide With nothing left for me to hide [Pre-Chorus] Sunlight paints the dashboard gold A story that will not grow old Omaha's scent, a sweet perfume Chasing shadows from the room Mom's baking, a memory's art Etched forever in my heart [Chorus] Golden light on empty space Where your memory fills this place Kansas fields, a dusty haze Driving through these fading days Radio plays a song we knew Wishin' I was driving with you [Bridge] That apple pie, a perfect crust Mom's laughter, turning into dust But the scent, it lingers still On this lonely Kansas hill And the light, it seems to know Where all the lost affections go