Gregory Alan Isakov - Black Hills lyrics

In the Black Hills it's so familiar now
Familiar like NPR in the afternoons
It's never too much
'cause you still may never know
The salt on the sidewalks
Or wether my feet will find
Me in quicksand erosion, or concrete

These are the questions that
Rush through my brain
On another, but different, sunny day
In the Black Hills

I will meet your mother today
I won't be so sure what to do with my hands
And I'm never quite so sure where I come from
Or what my daddy does
When whiskey isn't speaking from
Your sweet lips we still believe in me

These are the questions that
Rush through my brain
On another, but different, sunny day
In them Black Hills

I'm so scared of my hands
I'm so scared of those voices
On the afternoon radio
And i'm so scared of what
My hands are gonna do

I'm so scared to leave Black Hills