lyrics
It’s flesh in front of black and white.
The one you think of every night.
The sting of a spring, floating away.
The one with whom you know you’re safe.
So, you make yourselves comfortable.
Morning, lift you through the window.
Locked it up and forgot the code.
Sleeping, dream next to you.
Sunday, drinking the life that we’ve brewed.
And we will make ourselves comfortable.
Puzzle pieces, together, apart.
Either way it’s just the start.
Dreaming of those chairs on a beach,
with all the lessons time will teach.
We miss signs and somehow make it.
State line, moonlight, and we’ll make it.
State line, morning drive, and we’ll make it
I’ll warm the engine and then we’ll go.
Somewhere, anywhere, I don’t know.
Sing old songs next to me at night.
‘I know I caught your eye.’
So make yourself comfortable.
It’s heart in front of shine and gold,
the ones you’re with as you grow old.
You’ve always seemed to know the way.
We’ll mark the ‘X’ and bury the safe,
then we’ll make ourselves comfortable.
Puzzle pieces, together, apart.
Either way it’s just the start.
Dreaming of those chairs on a beach,
with all the lessons time will teach.
We miss signs and somehow make it.
State line, moonlight, and we’ll make it.
State line, morning drive, and we’ll make it
credits
from
The Gaff Tapes,
released October 1, 2019
Performed by Spafford
Written by Andrew 'Red' Johnson and Chuck Johnson
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