Lyrics
pack your bags before we head for the coast / one last toast to the pope / slowly sailing through the horizon line / perhaps some day you’ll find / when you’re trying to unwind / there’s no one to say goodnight to you in the lower hemisphere / shattered streets where we poured our concrete over six feet / something tells me this ain’t what we won / guess I could call you my baby / the right that they gave me: an acre and axe and a girl / spend my evenings singing songs about you, franco, the boat, and the crew, and the 80,000 who knew / there’s no one to say goodbye to you in the lower hemisphere / shattered streets where we poured our concrete over six feet / something tells me this ain’t what we won / and I thought that I was dreaming / just lying in your arms / faces fade and I forget you / I won’t let you run away from here / pack up, we’re heading for home tell the boys back in rome / there’s nothing left of the loan / spend my evenings singing songs about you / and everyone that we knew / hoping they were all were true / there’s no one to say goodbye to you in the lower hemisphere / shattered streets where we poured our concrete over six feet / something tells me this ain’t what we won / shattered streets where we poured our concrete over six feet / there’s no way to get back where you’re from
HEATHER LARIMER, NICHOLAS LARIMER
Songtrust Ave