Track 06 · Everywhere Isn't Texas
Album track
In the Blue Ridge Mountains, time is measured in weather, stone, and regrowth. The landscape asks nothing from Calla and offers the first real stillness of the journey.
Written and produced by Tulio Costa · Performed by Calla Hayes
06Official lyrics
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I traded the skyscrapers for tree lines, the sirens for a stream The air got thinner, cooler, like a half-remembered dream The asphalt turned to gravel, then to dirt, then to a trail Where the only sound was wind and leaves and a distant whippoorwill I stopped the car and stepped outside, the quiet hit my chest Like a hand I'd never met before, giving me a rest From all the noise I'd been collecting, all the unanswered tests
The mountain rose in waves of blue, a hundred shades of gray I'd never seen a color that could hold so much to say Without a single word, without a single plea It just stood there, older than anything I'd ever be
Oh, the Blue Ridge Mountain line Stretches out like borrowed time It doesn't ask me where I've been Or who I'm trying to leave behind It just holds the sky up, quiet and slow Like it's known all along what I needed to know That I'm just a speck in the grand design And that's the most beautiful thing I've ever been On the Blue Ridge Mountain line
I found a cabin with a porch that faced the eastern ridge The owner left a note that said, "Please feed the cat, don't touch the fridge" I sat there with a cup of something that pretended to be tea And watched the fog roll through the pines like a slow apology For every city that convinced me I was running out of time The mountains had a different clock—they measured in decline And regrowth, and decay, and things that took a lifetime
I traced the ridgeline with my finger, followed every dip The same way I once followed highway lines on a road trip But this map was older, written in the rock And it didn't care how fast I went or when I stopped
Oh, the Blue Ridge Mountain line Stretches out like borrowed time It doesn't ask me where I've been Or who I'm trying to leave behind It just holds the sky up, quiet and slow Like it's known all along what I needed to know That I'm just a speck in the grand design And that's the most beautiful thing I've ever been On the Blue Ridge Mountain line
I used to think significance was something you achieved A trophy on a mantle, a name they'd all believe But standing in the shadow of a peak that's twice as old As every ambition I've ever held or sold I realized the mountain doesn't try to be the sky It just lets the clouds pass by, lets the seasons modify Its surface, its patience, its permanent reply To the question I've been asking since I learned how to drive: "Am I enough?" and the mountain says, "You're alive. That's enough for now. The rest will come in time."
On the Blue Ridge Mountain line... (I'm just a speck) In the grand design... (And that's beautiful) On the Blue Ridge Mountain line... (I'm alive, that's enough for now) The Blue Ridge Mountain line...