Jason Isbell - New South Wales lyrics
[Jason Isbell - New South Wales lyrics]
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
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
God bless the busted boat that brings us back
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
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
God bless the busted boat that brings us back