Hashtag Gillian Welch & David Rawlings

Once I saw your old familiar face
I was walking in a new watering place
Been a little lost for a little while
People sometimes go out of style
Make a new habit, have a new kid
Maybe both, God forbid
But all at once you seemed to know
The very thing that laid me low
Caught it like a new form of the flu
Chalked it up to our old friend, the blues
The questions and the answers you'd found
Talked me out of that breakdown

You said time makes the wheels spin
And the years roll out and thе doubt rolls in
In the truck stops, in the parking lots
And the chеap motels

When will we become ourselves?
When will we become ourselves?
When will we become ourselves?

You laughed and said the news would be bad
If I ever saw your name with a hashtag
Mm, singers like you and I are only news when we die
So here I'm sitting round another night
Looking at your boots, Jesus Christ
That's some mighty big ones to try to fill
Never can and never will
So here's another song that's over now
You're another sun that done gone down
Put another good one in the ground
Good lord, it's going round