Last Year

[Verse One:]
Here we sit across the table from each other
A thousand miles from both our mothers
Here we sit pretending both our hearts are anchors
Taking candy from these strangers
Here we sit singing words nobody taught us
Drinking fire, and spitting sawdust
We haven't yet, but every chorus brings us closer
Every flyer and every poster.

[Pre-Chorus:]
And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold
But I swear, the land it listened to the stories that we told
You'd be better off to drink your coffee black
God bless the busted boat that brings us back.

[Chorus:]
The morning's rough
It don't give a fuck about the mission
Has no aesthetic or tradition
Only lessons never learned.

[Verse Two:]
And I'd had enough about a month ago tomorrow
Parting holds no trace of sorrow
And the piss they call tequila even Waylon wouldn't drink
But I swear, we've never seen a better place to sit and think
Here we sit barely old enough to rust
Amidst the diesel and the dust
Here we sit trying to teach ourselves to breathe
Give us a piece of what we need.

[Pre-Chorus:]
And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold
But I swear, the land it listened to the stories that we told
You'd be better off to drink your coffee black
God bless the busted boat that brings us back.

[Chorus:]
The morning's rough
It don't give a fuck about the mission
Has no aesthetic or tradition
Only lessons never learned.

[Outro:]
The morning's rough
It don't give a fuck.