It's pretty good, the wine
The way that we look
At ten to eight in the morning
Yeah, just talking, still awake in dawn
And dew drinking
Thinking always
Remembering the laughs
The time we got high
For seven days down in New Orleans
And it seemed like no one else knew
We were just the moon and sun
In fog
Before the heat burned it away
And took the sleep from tired heads
On beds of reaching hands
Of road trip breath and long tall freedom
And then, you long for the days
Of trippin' down the long road
Just reading the signs that show you the way
To a higher place, you meditate
To feel the quiet of the earth
Yeah, that was back when we used to be alright
Another shame, the way the city smells worse
On a hot day in August, 2 PM
Right before us good movers move
And us shakers break our hearts
Getting home to country love
And the garbage dump by
The dried up creek near the forest
That once had life and then, I turn on the news
Somebody shoot me soon
I'm tired
Of overheating, falling quick
To bending knees and broken veins
Of always needing faith
To get to shore and break all the vows I've made
Then, you long for the days
Of trippin' down the long road
Just reading the signs that show you the way
To a higher place, you meditate
To feel the quiet of the earth
Yeah, that was back when we used to be alright
No time or presence of mind
To wonder why
No time for questions of why
I wonder why
Something's wrong
Again
The noise shakes the ground
There's a rage in the crowd
I'm a face in the crowd
Face in the crowd
Face in the crowd
What's your name?
You're sinkin' in the sand
Standing next to me
A river running through your pants
Afraid to trust me when my hands
Are helping you
Then, you long for the days
Of trippin' down the long road
Just reading the signs that show you the way
To a higher place, you meditate
To feel the quiet of the earth
Yeah, that was back when we used to be alright
Alright
Back when the truth was away
And we knew the thoughts we were thinking
We used to be alright
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