Lyrics Rare Americans – Same Boat We Row
Text:
You never met one of your grandpas, never met one of mine
Thirty seven years since my dad’s dad died
It was pain, it was shock, it was way too soon
He’s watching down on you, hot air balloons
Can we save our souls?
Can we get out of this hole?
Spring in the air, appetites back
Expand the territory, build up the stack
Summer is sweating and sporting a tan
Testing the limits, make the most of the land
Autumn is celebrating, saying goodbye
Prepare the inevitable, getting ready to die
Winter is barren and lacking in light
The present is frozen but the future is bright
It was hospital visits and watching your phone
It was knowing soon that your mom will be alone
Over due sharing and spilling our guts
Coming to terms, assessing the cuts
Heavy heart questions, no answers in sight
Childhood memories and adult spites
Rare-view mirror, I look way ahead
No equilibrium, can’t get out of bed
Man, it fucks up the head
Man, it fucks up the head
I see you, I see me
I can’t wait to show
I see you, I see me
Same boat we row
I see you, I see me
Same boat we row
We row
We row
We row
We row
Same boat we row
Well life fucks with your head
Well life fucks with your head
I see you, I see me
I can’t wait to show
I see you, I see me
Same boat we row
I see you, I see me
Same boat we row
Same boat we row
We row
We row
We row
We row
Same boat we row
Album
Rare Americans – Rare Americans
