Letras
Leaning on a sprinter
Ford Econoline
Another night, another dive
North Carolina, East of July
Burned out and waiting on the drive
It ain't easy, is it brother?
Keeping course without a rudder
Setting sail for weeks on end
And when your feet hit land you just want the sea again
Two bed apartment
Airbnb
Four grown-ass men, guitars, and me
Three o'clock load-in
No guarantee
But here's a chip for one drink free
It ain't easy is it brother?
Keeping course without a rudder
Setting sail for weeks on end
And when your feet hit land you just want the sea again
I'm seasick, I miss it
I miss the dawn's horizon
Pacific, Atlantic
Whichever wave I'm riding home
It ain't easy, is it brother?
Keeping course without a rudder
Setting sail for weeks on end
And when your feet hit land, you just want the sea again