Screen Door Porch Cold Mountain Breath Words & Music: Seadar Rose, Harper Rose Music (ASCAP) Dollars and dimes and whiskey shines, Riding on that cold mountain breath. Dollars and dimes and whiskey shines, They don't tell of the words we kept. But we roll on, we roll on. There are no highways here, only dividing lines Between goodbyes and what will be. There are no fields of hope, but hands of grace And the lanes bend and bow in our reach. You ask for coffee, I beg for whiskey. The fog of the night lingers in our day. But Tennessee says she'll take us, she'll take us. If only the stages played the same. Your heavy eyes blink back sparks Of a southern fire churning bittersweet. We burn wild in such a life Release the chains that tie us to our needs. Do you dream a road? Do you dream a home? Is there a view you cannot believe? Horizons end where we, we fall. Now the wandering is the you, it is the me.