Justin Rutledge - A Letter To Heather lyrics

My love, you move and the whole garden moves with the blood and the cross and the lamb Let boys be boys and girls be girls But, honey, let me be your man Do you live in the sand of a snow-colored land where the ghosts of your grandparents blow? Where the houses roll like barber poles to the hills where it's always ten below? When I dream, I'm awake with your kids on the lake and the leaves that the summer has outgrown The clotheslines fail like a lost breadcrumb trail Think of me and these letters made of bone Am I cursed? Am I blessed? With my head on your breast and my mind on the slightest thing you do My highway home ain't made of stone, but of tears, and a second glance from you My love, you move and the whole garden moves with the blood and the cross and the lamb With the blood and the cross and the lamb