歌手:Jason Isbell
专辑:《Southeastern》

作曲 : Jason Isbell

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

And 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 every poster
Gives a piece of what we need

And the sand that they call ******* 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

Morning's rough

It don't give a damn about the mission
Has no aesthetic or tradition
Only lessons never learned
And I'd had enough

About a month ago tomorrow

Parting holds no trace of sorrow
For the bitter and the burned

And the piss they call tequila
Even Waylon wouldn't drink

Well I'd rather sip this Listerine I packed

But I swear we've never seen
A better place to sit and think

God bless the busted ship that brings us back

And the sand that they call ******* 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
GOD bless the busted boat that brings us back