Woah Woah Woah
It could be a good life
It could be such a very good life
We could find a place for just me and you
Need some place to stay safe, need some place to stay safe and warm
Why don't we deserve the same?
We will eat when we have earned our bread and wine
Look into the Spanish moss
Let your mind conjure up old ghosts
Ride you bike through lost Florida streets
Everything we've said and done, can be so easily forgotten
You can always change who you are
We will eat when we have earned our bread and wine
Our daily bread and wine
Our daily bread and wine
Our daily bread and wine
I caught a glimpse of this life, it could be such a very good life
We could find a place for just me and you
But it's not yours to keep
Yeah, the truth will tear your heart out
[?] by gangsters to be stuck standing in a bread line (stuck standing)
Stuck standing in a bread line (stuck standing)
Stuck standing in a bread line the rest of your life