Far Cry

Coin toss, is it head or tails?
In the fields of Ohio, I set my sails
Longing for a life and a change of scene
To be lost is not to be alone
Because the fun in the run is to surround yourself
With everything you don’t know
Turn to green when things are getting heavy
Jesus on the tell betting me to let go and I know
Not even a week, not even six days
Hell, I was on my baby’s shit list once again
If life’s a song, I’m singing broke blues
And the pain on my baby’s tooth
It keeps her up all night
It keeps her up all night
Maybe we gotta find a way of our own
Getting by in a place we don’t know
Well, it’s a far cry, but we’ll make it home
Between you and me
Can’t you see that we’re dazzled
By a real-life dream?
And I’ll stay, and we’ll play
Shut your mouth, I know I told you
Everyone’s been there before you
Impossible, it could never be
She says hearts remind her of hell
But the diamonds remind her of Christ as well
Maybe we gotta find a way of our own
Getting by in a place we don’t know
Well, it’s a far cry, but we’ll make it home
Maybe we gotta find a way of our own
Getting by in a place we don’t know
Well, it’s a far cry, but we’ll make it home
Maybe we gotta find a way of our own
Getting by in a place we don’t know
Well, it’s a far cry, but we’ll try
Gotta make it home
Gotta make it home