J GIANT (V2) (V2)

I remember all them summers,

bare feet, cracked strings, twilight sweat.

You’d hum low, I’d slide in after,

two shadows learning how to duet.

Memories spill like bourbon—

I still hate sleeping in this quiet room.

But if you get that wild idea, baby,

just whisper—I’ll come running through.

HER: Two hours out, I’ll find you, babe—

HIM: And I’ll burn it back in an hour flat.

HER: Hold me close against your skin,

need heat where the night turns cold like that.

HIM: Sing me that ghost-veiled song again,

that long-black-shadowed heartbreak tale.

HER: I should’ve seen the warnings, love—

HIM: But damn, I lived to hear you wail.

BOTH: High and lonesome, rough but true,

even sideways, even bruised.

Hotter than socks on a Jersey Giant—

Lord, I swore you hung the moon.

Lord… I swore you hung the moon.

Winters hit like sucker punches—

Woodford warm but never enough.

We’d hear a rumor ’bout some spot,

bundle up, hit town like trouble in love.

Never sweated cops or curfews,

we were neon saints with a crooked crown.

Reckless glory in every alley—

call me back, girl, I’ll turn around.

HER: Two hours out, I’ll find you, babe—

HIM: Make it back quicker than the truth you told.

HER: Hold me tight, melt this chill—

I need warmth when the darkness bites so cold.

HIM: Sing that veil-bound story low,

the one that made the whole room still.

HER: I ignored the signs—

HIM: ’Cause your wail could raise the hills.

BOTH: High and lonesome, strong and raw,

even jagged, even soon-to-fall.

Hotter than socks on a Jersey Giant—

Lord, I swore you hung the moon.

HER: I left town when we were ending,

‘cause every road wore your name like paint.

Every backroad held a heartbeat—

every heartbeat felt the same.

HIM (spoken/half-sung): Couldn’t outrun echoes, couldn’t outrun you.

HER: Two hours out, I’ll find you, babe—

HIM: I’ll fly that hour home to you.

HER: Hold me close just one more time,

let this cold night bruise into something true.

HIM: Sing that long-black-veil refrain,

love’s haunting in your every note.

HER: I missed the signs—

HIM: But I loved the way you broke.

BOTH: High and lonesome, wild and warm,

even when the pitch ran loose.

Hotter than socks on a Jersey Giant—

Lord, I swore you hung the moon.

Lord… I swore you hung the moon.