#BrandonHixson #Flight352 #DawsonTexas Words and Music by Brandon Hixson
Verse 1 Friday settled on a little Texas town Kids chased the summer, the stores were closing down Old men tipped their hats, church bells filled the air No one could've known what was coming from up there Then a streak across the sky, louder than the wind Nothing in that sleepy town would be the same again The whole town started running, every heart without a choice Love answered first before anyone found a voice Verse 2 Teenage boys became old men before the day was through Carrying a burden no child should ever have to do The old brick gym grew silent in the glow of the moonlight Where mothers came searching through the longest night Hands that'd never met reached for one another's pain Love was all that mattered when the darkness came Every soul that heaven gathered, every family torn apart Found total strangers holding up their hearts. Chorus We didn't know your stories We didn't know your dreams But the Lord must've known exactly where You'd need a town like these Years may pass like seasons But some things never leave Love keeps showing up long after tragedy That's the way it is... in towns like Dawson Verse 3 Years rolled by like tumbleweeds, life moved on somehow My wife and I came back to teach where I once wore a cap and gown One afternoon a gentle knock came softly at our door A young woman held a photograph she'd never shown before She said, "My daddy died here in sixty-eight. I've never had the strength to come to this place." So we drove those quiet county roads Beneath that Texas sky. We stopped where the prairie still whispers... She stood where her daddy drew his final breath, Never asking why. Bridge You can't bring back yesterday You can't rewrite goodbye But love can live inside a place Long after people die And sometimes home's not where you started Sometimes home is where you learn That strangers carried someone's memory Until their child returned Final Chorus We didn't know your stories We didn't know your dreams But the Lord must've known exactly where You'd need a town like these Years may pass like seasons But some things never leave Love keeps showing up long after tragedy That's the way it is... in towns like Dawson