I'm gonna settle down slowly
Night falls rowdy in me yet
Haven't seen enough sunrises
Don't have time to forget
Raise a glass to each moment
In a race against time
Where we bargain with the darkness
In the back of your mind
Shouldn't be waiting for a clear sign to make a move,
While these bourbon bottles mark the moments that we lose
Holding fast against the days
Like photographs that steal the words away
Way down gravel back roads
Where we turned just to leave
We can wrestle with our worries
And reach for something to believe
Out on the edge of November
On the verge of a storm
When the radio and the radiator
Are still keeping you warm
Shouldn't be waiting for a clear sign to make a move,
While these bourbon bottles mark the moments that we lose
Holding fast against the days
Like photographs that steal the words away
We're thumbing our troubles
Across these five interstates
Through shady back room dealings
With no fear to test our fate
All the wealth of the world
In these 53 cards
Like two headed nickels
Down these dark boulevards.
Shouldn't be waiting for a clear sign to make a move,
While these bourbon bottles mark the moments that we lose
Holding fast against the days
Like photographs that steal the words away

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