And I won't ever let you go. Wait for me to come home.
We found weekend jobs, when we got paid We'd buy cheap spirits and drink them straight. Me and my friends have not thrown up in so long, oh how we've grown but I can't wait to go hom.
When I was six years old I broke my leg. I was running from my brother and his friends. And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled down.