sometimes in the middle of the night
when the stars are out and the moons real bright
the moment feels like it will never wear
deep in thought in the country air
I think about those country songs
the lord, his might, and my doing wrongs
Seems like the devil cant tempt me there
deep in thought in the country air
its where the air and the earth mix to one
the distinction lost in the absence of the sun
the secret thoughts that i can never share
i keep those thoughts in the country air
when it gets to easy and i start to boast
thats where i get convicted by the holy ghost
and when i get to where i say lifes not fair
i take it all back to the country air.