Dust Motes and Cherry Red

[Intro]
[Verse]
You stepped off the bus in white shoes
Looking like you had a lot to lose
Dust on the dash, sun in your eyes
Underneath those wide Montana skies
I handed you the reins, felt the heat
Told you "Keep your heels down, find your seat"
[Pre-Chorus]
You were shaking like a leaf on a willow tree
But you looked up and put your trust in me
One stumble, two slips, then a steady stride
That’s when the city boy learned how to ride
[Chorus]
Oh, that sun-bleached leather
And the smell of the rain
We were tied together
By a bridle and a mane
Sharing cherry popsicles on a cedar rail
Watching dust motes dancing on a golden trail
Yeah, we found our rhythm in the wild and the still
And I reckon that we always will
[Post-Chorus]
Always will
In the quiet and the still
[Verse]
By July you were wearing a hat
Got a little dirt where the shadow sat
We’d sit by the creek when the work was done
Counting every battle that the horses won
You told me about the lights and the glass walls
I showed you how the summer twilight calls
[Pre-Chorus]
You stopped asking when the day would end
You started acting like a long-lost friend
From the first nervous mount to the final gallop
We watched that summer sunset slowly develop
[Chorus]
Oh, that sun-bleached leather
And the smell of the rain
We were tied together
By a bridle and a mane
Sharing cherry popsicles on a cedar rail
Watching dust motes dancing on a golden trail
Yeah, we found our rhythm in the wild and the still
And I reckon that we always will
[Bridge]
Years fly by like a runaway colt
Life hits hard like a lightning bolt
But every time you call from the interstate
I’m back at the barn, leaning on the gate
It wasn't just about the saddle or the grit
It was the quiet way we both just fit
[Verse]
Now your boots are worn and brown
The finest pair in the whole damn town
You still laugh about that first big fall
The day you stood up ten feet tall
Funny how a lesson turns into a life
Cutting through the distance like a pocket knife
[Chorus]
Oh, that sun-bleached leather
And the smell of the rain
We were tied together
By a bridle and a mane
Sharing cherry popsicles on a cedar rail
Watching dust motes dancing on a golden trail
Yeah, we found our rhythm in the wild and the still
And I reckon that we always will
[Post-Chorus]
Always will
In the quiet and the still
Dust motes dancing
On the window sill
[Outro]