New South Wales (Demo) Jason Isbell
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[Verse 1]
Here we sit
Across the table from each other
A thousand miles from both our mothers, barely old enough to rust
Here we sit
Pretending both our hearts are anchors
Taking candy from these strangers amidst the diesel and the dust
[Verse 2]
Here we sit
Singing words nobody taught us
Drinking fire and spitting sawdust trying to teach ourselves to breathe
We haven't yet
But every chorus brings us closer
Every flyer and еvery poster gives a piеce of what we need
[Chorus 1]
And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold
You'd be better off to drink your coffee black
But I swear, the land, it listened to the stories that we told
God bless the busted boat that brings us back
[Verse 3]
Morning's rough
Don't give a damn about the mission
Has no aesthetic or tradition, only lessons never learned
I'd had enough
About a month ago tomorrow
Parting holds no trace of sorrow for the bitter and the burned
Here we sit
Across the table from each other
A thousand miles from both our mothers, barely old enough to rust
Here we sit
Pretending both our hearts are anchors
Taking candy from these strangers amidst the diesel and the dust
[Verse 2]
Here we sit
Singing words nobody taught us
Drinking fire and spitting sawdust trying to teach ourselves to breathe
We haven't yet
But every chorus brings us closer
Every flyer and еvery poster gives a piеce of what we need
[Chorus 1]
And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold
You'd be better off to drink your coffee black
But I swear, the land, it listened to the stories that we told
God bless the busted boat that brings us back
[Verse 3]
Morning's rough
Don't give a damn about the mission
Has no aesthetic or tradition, only lessons never learned
I'd had enough
About a month ago tomorrow
Parting holds no trace of sorrow for the bitter and the burned
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