Handguns - Anvil lyrics

Fifty-two bricks stared me dead in the face
While this anvil hung
Hung over my head patiently waiting

There's nothing left for us in Denver tonight
Let's finish up the drive and scrape
Up the rest of our lives
Feeling nauseous at the thought
Of trying to rebuild
But, it's all that we know and
There's a debt to kill

Fifty-two bricks stared me dead in the face
While this anvil hung
Hung over my head patiently waiting
So much encouragement leaves us thinking
We could be the ones
So much encouragement leaves us
Thinking us thinking we could be the ones