In my best moments, my heart lives somewhere in the chorus of Tennessee-born Americana tunes. The kind for dusty roads and dreams that never die, full of big eyes and hearts to match. Full of the magic of music and the promise it’ll make something worth it.

A fine example:

“Way back on the radio dial,
A fire got lit inside a bright-eyed child.
Every note just wrapped around your soul,
From steel guitar to Memphis, all the way to rock and roll.

Woah, I can hear ’em playing
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar
Woah, I can hear ’em saying
Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart

Downtown, where I used to wander,
Old enough to get there, but too young to get inside.
I would stand out on the sidewalk,
Listen to the music playing every Friday night.

Woah, I can hear ’em playing,
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar.
Woah, I can hear ’em saying,
Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart.

Some dreams stay with you forever
Drag you around and lead you back to where you were. 

Some dreams keep on getting better,
Got to keep believing if you want to know for sure

Woah I can hear ’em playing,
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar.
Woah I can hear ’em saying,
Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart.

Woah I can hear ’em playing,
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar.
Woah I can hear ’em saying,
Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart.

Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart,
Keep on dreaming,
Don’t let it break your heart.”

~Even if it Breaks Your Heart
Will Hoge, The Wreckage

Sidenote: You’ll also see this song from the Eli Young Band. Just as beautiful, a tad more country, but love that someone so mainstream noticed how beautiful this song is: