LYRICS

SPROUT

Stephanie Rose / Kim Tribble / RyLee Madison 

A flower doesn’t worry when its ready to bloom 

If it’s late, on time, or a little too soon 

It stretches it’s arms to the sky with it’s sights on the moon 

A new sprout happens every single day 

Til the clouds come out and try to chase it away 

If you sit there and watch it 

It won’t poke its head back out 

That little sprout 

 

Some drown from too much love 

Some die from not enough 

Some get run over on the highway of living can’t seem to pull themselves back up 

Some live on a hill so high 

There always the first ones out 

Between here and now, theres no reason for doubt 

The sun is gonna make it rise 

Make it rise 

That little sprout 

That little sprout 

 

If only everybody learned to live this way 

To give life their all, seize everyday 

Follow their dreams and don’t worry how it all works out

 

Some drown from too much love

Some die from not enough

Some get run over on the highway of living can't seem to pull themselves back up

Some live on a hill so high

They're always the first ones out

Between here and now there's no reason for doubt

The sun is gonna make it rise

Make it rise

That little sprout

That little sprout

 

Grow and stand up tall and stout

My little sprout

 

RUSTED LOVE

Stephanie Rose / Tenille Arts / RyLee Madison 

Left out in the rain 

Weathered by the tears and the lonely nights 

Here we go again 

Nothing new to say, we fight just to fight 

Over and over, day and night 

Its doesn’t really matter who’s right 

 

 When it’s rusted love 

Broken and fallen apart 

Look what we’ve done 

There's no going back 

When it’s rusted love

 

Something time can’t change 

Shining it up will never make it look new 

Forget about the blame 

We’re both guilty and we’re getting what's due 

From the words and the rage, hurt and the pain 

For treating each other this way 

 

Rusted love  

Broken and fallen apart  

Look what we’ve done  

There's no going back  

When it’s rusted love

 

It’s not how we pictured it 

But what's done is done

 

It’s rusted love  

Broken and fallen apart  

Look what we’ve done  

There's no going back  

It’s rusted love

Broken and fallen apart

Look what we've done

There's no going back

When it's rusted love

 

Left out in the rain

Weathered by the tears and the lonely nights

LUXURY

 Stephanie Rose / RyLee Madison 

Another piece of mail 

Piled up with the rest 

Ain’t got enough to pay the bills 

But they’re trying their best 

They’ve learned how to stretch a dollar 

Down to every last cent 

They can even turn a fallen tree into a beautiful fence 

 

Making something out of nothing 

Two kids and a loving home 

That front step may be broken 

And that old wood stove still needs stoking 

But they leave the things they want in life unspoken 

Cuz they know they got what they need 

Love is their luxury 

 

They’re the first to come running 

A God fearing family 

If they don’t have the answer or the means 

They get down on their knees 

Raise their hands to heaven 

Gods given them everything they’ve got 

And keep singing praise and giving thanks 

Answered or not 

 

Making something out of nothing 

Two kids and a loving home 

That front step may be broken 

And that old wood stove still needs stoking 

But they leave the things they want in life unspoken 

They know they got what they need 

Love is their luxury 

 

They made something out of nothing 

Two kids and a loving home 

That front step may be broken 

And that old wood stove still needs stoking 

But they leave the things they want in life unspoken 

They know they got what they need 

Love is their luxury 

They know they got what they need

OLD SOUL

Stephanie Rose / RyLee Madison 

Girls used to need a magazine to help themselves look pretty 

Now the time they waste on the inter web is so mundane it’s silly 

They base their popularity on how much dumb activity is blowing up their social feed and it’s… so exhausting 

 

I’ve got little time or interest for the short lived things in life 

When I’ve got my sights on something I don’t let myself think twice 

All that chatter, it don’t matter 

When you’re an old soul 

 

It used to be a telephone would tie you to the wall 

Now there’s no escaping it, it goes everywhere you go 

A glowing screen on everything, creating inefficiency, a dying breed 

Somebody help us please 

 

I’ve got little time or interest for the short lived things in life 

When I’ve got my sights on something I don’t let myself think twice 

All that chatter, it don’t matter 

When you’re an old soul 

 

How I long for the days of horse and carriage 

Back when a marriage meant something 

 

I’ve got little time or interest for the short lived things in life 

When I’ve got my sights on something I don’t let myself think twice 

All that chatter, it don’t matter 

When you’re an old soul

CRUSHED

Stephanie Rose / Kim Tribble / RyLee Madison 

Like an eighteen wheeler on a blind man’s curve 

Frozen in the moment no time to swerve 

Didn’t see it coming cuz the caution signs were blurred 

Like ninety-nine cars on a railroad track 

Wheels on steel going clickety-clack 

No amount of tears ain’t ever gonna bring him back 

 

She tough 

There’s only so much she can take 

She can fake it 

She’s shattered 

Like pieces of glass on the ground 

She’s going down 

She’s crushed 

 

Red high heels and a little black dress 

Tattooed on her heart where she got hit 

And it still burns every time she tries to forget 

At the end of her rope, that’s it, she’s done 

Got blond ambition and a thirty-eight gun 

She’s waiting on the last light of the sun 

 

She tough 

There’s only so much she can take 

She can fake it 

She’s shattered 

Like pieces of glass on the ground 

She’s going down 

She's crushed

SAME OLD SAME OLD

Stephanie Rose / RyLee Madison 

This dusty little town wakes up with the dawn 

Everyone in the know of what’s going on 

Eight A.M. on the nose we’ll be sipping a Joe 

Talking weather and what not on coffee row 

 

Same old same old 

Familiar faces in familiar places 

Same old same old 

And I love it 

 

Traffic jams full of tractors, trucks and cattle 

Farming the land can be a bit of a battle 

Could be fifty below, covered in snow 

But we dig ourselves and away we go 

 

Same old same old 

Familiar faces in familiar places 

Same old same old 

Wouldn’t want to replace it and I don’t want to change it 

I love it , I love it 

 

He walks through the door, gives me a kiss 

We sit at the table and bow our heads 

Fall asleep on the couch watching reruns of friends 

And slowly make our way to bed 

 

Same old same old 

Familiar faces in familiar places 

Same old same old 

And I love it 

I love it