Sean Three

Don't say get a grip, when I fail down below, let another moment slip, I don't need drugs to pray, sooth my bones, my quest to get away, stowaways have surly lips, manacles of wretched homes, others take a coin and flip, tired jokes and spirits flay, on 49 different time zones, lies in everything they say, they make your eyes dip, will consumptive hollows, take another nip, won’t know how I sleep, if I can act grown, when faith takes a leap, wonder if I make this trip, will the wind moan, nail me in a coffin ship, c'mon baby let’s go.