Flying Or Crying

We could find a porch to hold us

Where we could all scream: Childers

Drink the shit that kills us

Until we all remember

Who it was when we were younger

'Fore the world took our pride

When we were walking in straight lines

Tryna find who's good to drive

And I've had so many evenings

The way I've felt I can't recall

Was I jumping from the rafters

When my buddies broke my fall?

By the end of the night

We'd be flying or crying

Talking 'bout the times

We've spent living towards dying

So don't stop running boy

But don't be naive

'Cause this world will burn and break you

Worse than hearts like ours believe

Don't stop dancing girl

till it feels right

'Cause we'll be flying or crying

By the end of the night

You always snuck up in my front seat

With some reasons of your own

Tryna get a plainsman

Drunk and all alone

But don't you go falling for

And don't you go believing

A boy with calloused hands

With a mind set on leaving

All the moments that we've been through

All the memories we've made

I don't think God'd be willing

To come down here and save

Some heathens from the flatlands

Who only bitch and moan

But if I'm going down

Least I'm not going down alone

So don't stop running boy

But don't be naive

'Cause this world will break and burn you

Worse than hearts like ours believe

Don't stop dancing girl

till it feels right

'Cause we'll be flying or crying

By the end of the night