I do love a good story song. I just discovered Miss Kacey Musgraves. The lyrics to this one hit a little too close to home since I was born and raised in a town as still and stagnant as pond water.
Yet I stayed.
We think the first time’s good enough.
So, we hold on to high school love.
Sayin’ we won’t end up like our parents.
Tiny little boxes in a row.
Ain’t what you want, it’s what you know.
Just happy in the shoes you’re wearin’.
Same checks we’re always cashin’ to buy a little more distraction.
Don’t get me wrong, small town life has its charms. But it also has its demons. Living in one can be a bit like lingering on the edge of quicksand. If you tarry too long, you’ll get sucked in and never get out. So make up your mind – stay or go. It’s scary out there in the big bad world. Home is safety, usually. There’s a certain brand of comfort in the mundane and familiar. Or at least that’s what we learn to call it.
I’ve already preordered her new album, “Same Trailer, Different Park”.