Song | From the nest |
Artist | Brooke Waggoner |
Album | Originator |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
(Verse) | |
Too much talk of modern tags | |
There’s a ageless feel to looking back | |
Of days we’d spend like all kids do | |
Dreaming of our brightened grooms | |
(Verse) | |
But search the man, the water man | |
See is childhood re-re-ends | |
I’ve got plans, yea we’re about plans | |
Don’t you second guess, my friend | |
(Chorus) | |
We’re a lot of things | |
Falling from the nest, we take our leave | |
Bounding over, no | |
Climbing sticks and stones | |
We’re broke | |
Don’t let up | |
(Verse) | |
Keep in mind we’re soul lead beams | |
Bearing down on back so sleeves | |
We’re threads divide and pull apart | |
Losing sense in all regard | |
(Verse) | |
I wish somehow but the wind was deep | |
Deep and if my wish to keep | |
All in all it’s about that time | |
Looking back at nothing, friend | |
(Chorus) | |
We’re a lot of things | |
Falling from the nest, we take our leave | |
Bounding over, no | |
Climbing sticks and stones | |
We’re broke | |
We’re a lot of things | |
Falling from the nest, we take our leave |
Verse | |
Too much talk of modern tags | |
There' s a ageless feel to looking back | |
Of days we' d spend like all kids do | |
Dreaming of our brightened grooms | |
Verse | |
But search the man, the water man | |
See is childhood rereends | |
I' ve got plans, yea we' re about plans | |
Don' t you second guess, my friend | |
Chorus | |
We' re a lot of things | |
Falling from the nest, we take our leave | |
Bounding over, no | |
Climbing sticks and stones | |
We' re broke | |
Don' t let up | |
Verse | |
Keep in mind we' re soul lead beams | |
Bearing down on back so sleeves | |
We' re threads divide and pull apart | |
Losing sense in all regard | |
Verse | |
I wish somehow but the wind was deep | |
Deep and if my wish to keep | |
All in all it' s about that time | |
Looking back at nothing, friend | |
Chorus | |
We' re a lot of things | |
Falling from the nest, we take our leave | |
Bounding over, no | |
Climbing sticks and stones | |
We' re broke | |
We' re a lot of things | |
Falling from the nest, we take our leave |
Verse | |
Too much talk of modern tags | |
There' s a ageless feel to looking back | |
Of days we' d spend like all kids do | |
Dreaming of our brightened grooms | |
Verse | |
But search the man, the water man | |
See is childhood rereends | |
I' ve got plans, yea we' re about plans | |
Don' t you second guess, my friend | |
Chorus | |
We' re a lot of things | |
Falling from the nest, we take our leave | |
Bounding over, no | |
Climbing sticks and stones | |
We' re broke | |
Don' t let up | |
Verse | |
Keep in mind we' re soul lead beams | |
Bearing down on back so sleeves | |
We' re threads divide and pull apart | |
Losing sense in all regard | |
Verse | |
I wish somehow but the wind was deep | |
Deep and if my wish to keep | |
All in all it' s about that time | |
Looking back at nothing, friend | |
Chorus | |
We' re a lot of things | |
Falling from the nest, we take our leave | |
Bounding over, no | |
Climbing sticks and stones | |
We' re broke | |
We' re a lot of things | |
Falling from the nest, we take our leave |