[Verse 1] White paint peeling on the steeple Rust-red truck by the door Bell rope hanging like a question Same as every year before Kids chase dandelion halos Mama hums while cutting pie You can hear the creek-side gravel When a stranger rolls on by [Chorus] This quiet town sings softly Like a prayer under your breath Sunday morning in our boots and denim Thankful for the little we have left This quiet town sings softly Over fields and weathered roofs Heaven feels a little closer On this broken Holy two-lane truth [Verse 2] Old men lined up at the counter Laughing ‘bout the losing team Coffee poured into chipped-up mugs Steam like scripture in between Choir robes in faded colors Hanging by the fellowship hall We pass plates We pass stories Saving every name we call [Chorus] This quiet town sings softly Like a prayer under your breath Sunday morning in our boots and denim Thankful for the little we have left This quiet town sings softly Over fields and weathered roofs Heaven feels a little closer On this broken Holy two-lane truth [Bridge] We don’t shine bright We flicker (oh yeah) Lanterns on a front porch rail Every whispered grace at supper Says love still tips the scale [Chorus] This quiet town sings softly Like a prayer under your breath Sunday morning in our boots and denim Thankful for the little we have left This quiet town sings softly Over fields and weathered roofs Heaven feels a little closer On this broken Holy two-lane truth
