[Intro] Yeah From the sand to the steel From the storm to these hills Listen [Verse 1] I packed up the flip-flops, left ’em by the door Salt on my skin from that last time at the shore Mama said, "Call me when the mountains make you cry" I said, "I ain’t runnin’, I’m just learnin’ how to try" Hurricanes outside, but inside I was stuck Palm trees bend, guess I never learned to trust Now it’s Wheeling signs, rust on every rail Train tracks singin’ while I’m scrollin’ through my guilt and my mail [Chorus] I’m a Florida boy in West Virginia Heart still drowning in that southern water Wheeling sky cold, but it feel clearer Every wind that cuts me makes me stronger From palm trees to flood lines From late waves to long drives I’m a Florida boy in West Virginia Tryna find my place between those lives [Verse 2] First snow hit, I was standin’ in the yard Breath in the air, feel it burnin’ in my heart Phone full of beach pics, cousins on a boat I’m starin’ at the river, heavy coat around my throat These hills ain’t flat, like the map that I knew But the people at the diner ask my name, call me “dude” Accent like a drawl mixed with coal dust and faith They ain’t been to my coast, but they know about escape [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Do I miss the storms or the people I survived ’em with? Do I miss the heat or the way I used to hide in it? Wheeling nights quiet, I can hear my own fear Somehow in this silence, I feel more real here [Chorus]
