Six Feet Apart

When the dogwoods start to bloom And the crickets hum their tune That's usually about the time That I feel most alive But the news has all been bad And the whole world seems so sad I ain't had much else going on So I sat down and wrote this song I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my band Givin' hugs and shakin' hands It's a mystery, I suppose Just how long this thing goes But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows And there will be a light after dark Someday when we aren't six feet apart First thing that I'm gonna do Is slide on in some corner booth And take the whole damn family out And buy my buddies all a round Pay some extra on the tab Catch a movie, catch a cab Watch a ballgame from the stands Probably over-wash my hands I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my band Givin' hugs and shakin' hands Well, it's a mystery, I suppose Just how long this thing goes But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows And there will be a light after dark Someday when we aren't six feet apart I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my band Givin' hugs and shakin' hands Well, it's a mystery, I suppose Just how long this thing goes But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows There will be a light after dark Someday when we aren't six feet apart There will be a light after dark Someday when we aren't six feet apart --- Six Feet Apart - Luke Combs