On the way back from Hartsfield, these country roads aint my home

Two bluebirds landed in my lane just as I felt the carnage like a bomb

And looking back in my mirror from this heaving life taker of lead

One bluebird tried with all its heart to raise the other from the dead

And on and on in my head







Im a rose in the desert, bleed me till I dry

Im a bird on the backroads of Georgia watching the trucks fly







You never know what a choice is until its too late

A subtle hand in the mind of your plans and baby dont leave it up to fate

You gotta make it all happen, every second, every soul

And everything I ever thought I knew is changing with this road

On and on so it goes







Im a rose in the desert, bleed me till I dry

Im a bird on the backroads of Georgia watching the trucks fly







My love youre too far out of reach, I want you safe and next to me

I wish I could hold you inside and keep you deprived of all that which I worry







Now Im on my way to anywhere but you cant go back from where you came

So as I drive Im aware of all the closing distance of this terrain

And I'll drive till the Maker calls my name







Im a rose in the desert, bleed me till I dry

Im a bird on the backroads of Georgia watching the trucks fly