Brass Band (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