New South Wales - Jason Isbell

Here we sit

Across the table from each other

A thousand miles from both our mothers

Barely old enough to rust

Here we sit

Pretending both our hearts are anchors

Taking candy from these strangers

Amidst the diesel and the dust

And here we sit

Singing words nobody taught us

Drinking fire, and spitting sawdust

Trying to teach ourselves to breathe

We haven’t yet

But every chorus brings us closer

Every flyer and every poster

Gives a piece of what we need

And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold

You’d be better off to drink your coffee black

But I swear, the land it listened to the stories that we told

God bless the busted boat that brings us back

Morning’s rough

It don’t give a damn about the mission

Has no aesthetic or tradition

Only lessons never learned

And I’d had enough

About a month ago tomorrow

Parting holds no trace of sorrow

For the bitter and the burned

And the piss they call tequila even Waylon wouldn’t drink

Well I’d rather sip this Listerine I packed

But I swear, we’ve never seen a better place to sit and think

God bless the busted ship that brings us back

And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold

You’d be better off to drink your coffee black

But I swear, the land it listened to the stories that we told

God bless the busted boat that brings us back