Текст песни: Axe Handle + перевод

Drove north 'til we ran out of road

Turned my phone off, no bars to roam

Drove my New Car clean out of gas

Not gettin' nowhere, at least nowhere fast

I rowed my boat out on that ink black pond

I wonder if I’ll ever see out beyond

The fog that fills the morning

and takes its toll

The Axe Handle broke my soul

Pour me a cold one, I’m on my way

Been drinking Bloodies at Gilligan’s all day

The silence is deafening,

and the sky won’t clear

I’m stuck on Little Pine,

and I miss you my Dear

The fires burning down,

but the night won’t end

There’s no place I’d rather be,

but here with friends

The Eagle’s watching me,

and he knows I’m saved

I’ll carry this boat trip to my grave

and fade

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