More songs by Gavin Adcock
Description
Writer: Brad Clawson
Writer: Gavin Adcock
Writer: Jack Rauton
Lyrics and translation
Original
Listen to the hum of that kerosene choir dancing off dry oak.
It's just me and the dogs out here trying to stay out the way of the smoke.
She left a ring of gold on top of the note, said I should know she had to go. Whoa buddy, that's all she wrote.
Now she's driving, driving, driving me out of my mind.
It's too damn quiet, I'm finally for the first time in a while.
But it's good timing 'cause I've been getting her shit in a pile.
When love leaves you that cold, sometimes you gotta light a fire, light a fire.
Half empty bottle of Trader Joe wine, picture of us and a couple hair ties.
T-shirt I bought you down in Gulf Shores.
Toss 'em all in one by one, they'll be ashes by the morning sun.
She ain't here to need them anymore.
Now she's driving, driving, driving me out of my mind.
It's too damn quiet, I'm finally for the first time in a while.
But it's good timing 'cause I've been getting her shit in a pile.
When love leaves you that cold, sometimes you gotta light a fire, light a fire.
Flames are getting 'bout pine tree big, neighbors are probably gonna call it in.
But I'm just gonna sit here and let them memories burn, burn, burn.
Now she's driving, driving, driving me out of my mind.
It's too damn quiet, I'm finally for the first time in a while.
It's good timing 'cause I've been getting her shit in a pile.
When love leaves you that cold, sometimes you gotta light a fire, light a fire.
English translation
Listen to the hum of that kerosene choir dancing off dry oak.
It's just me and the dogs out here trying to stay out the way of the smoke.
She left a ring of gold on top of the note, said I should know she had to go. Whoa buddy, that's all she wrote.
Now she's driving, driving, driving me out of my mind.
It's too damn quiet, I'm finally for the first time in a while.
But it's good timing 'cause I've been getting her shit in a pile.
When love leaves you that cold, sometimes you gotta light a fire, light a fire.
Half empty bottle of Trader Joe wine, picture of us and a couple hair ties.
T-shirt I bought you down in Gulf Shores.
Toss 'em all in one by one, they'll be ashes by the morning sun.
She ain't here to need them anymore.
Now she's driving, driving, driving me out of my mind.
It's too damn quiet, I'm finally for the first time in a while.
But it's good timing 'cause I've been getting her shit in a pile.
When love leaves you that cold, sometimes you gotta light a fire, light a fire.
Flames are getting 'bout pine tree big, neighbors are probably gonna call it in.
But I'm just gonna sit here and let them memories burn, burn, burn.
Now she's driving, driving, driving me out of my mind.
It's too damn quiet, I'm finally for the first time in a while.
It's good timing 'cause I've been getting her shit in a pile.
When love leaves you that cold, sometimes you gotta light a fire, light a fire.