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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