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Shoes on my feet before the sun breaks the sky. Bags all packed, we've left no goodbyes. As you pass me the flask, you let you a sigh. Bags all packed before the sun breaks the sky.
How quickly we forget, but the morning says it best, how we all need inspiration and a little time to reflect. So we're heading for the coast line, with all that we've got left. We'll live life for today and leave behind all of our regrets.
Sharing a flask on a train headed west, all our bags are packed, no one knows we've left. With a song in our hearts, and whiskey on our breath. All our bags are packed, no one knows we've left.
She turns to me and says "its so easy to forget... I know that we're alive, but we're not living yet." She beats me at a card game as the clouds come rollin' in. The rain's about to break this dry Alberta wind.
We're drinking and we're writing and we're singing on the way.... We don't know where we're going and that's finally okay.
Always planning for tomorrow while we piss away today. You'll tell me you're excited while we're half asleep still on the train.
Feeling so dead. (But your heart's still beating)
Words that are said. (But they've lost their meaning)
Lets pack up our shit and go.
Sharing a flask on a train headed west, all our bags are packed, no one knows we've left. With a song in our hearts, and whiskey on our breath. All our bags are packed, no one knows we've left.
How quickly we forget, but the morning says it best, how we all need inspiration and a little time to reflect. So we're heading for the coast line, with all that we've got left. We'll live life for today and leave behind all of our regrets.
Sharing a flask on a train headed west, all our bags are packed, no one knows we've left. With a song in our hearts, and whiskey on our breath. All our bags are packed, no one knows we've left.
She turns to me and says "its so easy to forget... I know that we're alive, but we're not living yet." She beats me at a card game as the clouds come rollin' in. The rain's about to break this dry Alberta wind.
We're drinking and we're writing and we're singing on the way.... We don't know where we're going and that's finally okay.
Always planning for tomorrow while we piss away today. You'll tell me you're excited while we're half asleep still on the train.
Feeling so dead. (But your heart's still beating)
Words that are said. (But they've lost their meaning)
Lets pack up our shit and go.
Sharing a flask on a train headed west, all our bags are packed, no one knows we've left. With a song in our hearts, and whiskey on our breath. All our bags are packed, no one knows we've left.