I almost don't recognize the road.
But I'm a lucky one, my friends are safe and sound.
Not everyone was lucky, as you know.
Water rising, damage not foretold
The picture of the Opry made me cry.
Watching in disbelief, waiting for the crest
Another guitar silenced in the night.
I know they're just strings
Strung across warped wood
But they wound around my heart and held my life.
And I know they're just things
But they brought the world joy.
Nothing can erase those memories
And water cannot stop the ones who sing.
©ruralgurl music 2010