Текст песни BRASS BAND - Fences feat. Cedric Bixler Zavala

I wish I could cut back safe and sound
Maybe I would kick back, hang around
But lately I just chase my tail around
Hopin' that god posts bail

Bones in the yard
They're down there way too far
It's like they were meant to stay a long, long time
I know they're mine

I wish I could lay flat like the ground
Maybe I would grow grass, make a town
But lately I just drive the people out
Hopin' that god might stay

Bones in the yard
They're down there way too far
It's like they were meant to stay a long, long time
I know they're mine

I wish I was a brass band making sound
Shiny like an old car, strong and loud
But lately I just pass by like a cloud
Hopin' that god makes rain

Bones in the yard
They're down there way too far
It's like they were meant to stay a long, long time

Bones in the yard
They're down there way too far
It's like they were meant to stay a long, long time
I know they're mine

I wish I could lay flat like the ground
Maybe I would grow grass, make a town
But lately I just drive the people out
Hopin' that god might stay