Charles Wesley Godwin - Temporary Town

There's a tide turning in this temporary town
Winds of change cut east blowing dust up off the ground
I’m all burnt out on heartland skies
And dreams of swinging on our porch ganderin' ridge lines

There's a mighty mountain of bills on the floor
If it builds up any higher they’ll be bursting through the door
Tear down these walls let me shiver in the wind
I'll take it as a sign well-timed and consider it God-sent