11_7

Where you at brother where have you been three nights
Everyone's been calling making sure you're all right
You're probably at the beach spot holding it tight
Oh lord I don't know where to begin

I hope you, re on freight train down the ACL
Or holed up at your camp up by Fulton Hill
Just tell me you ain't caught that westbound train
And I won't go insane

Man your girl she's got problems it seems
And they control you more than anyone sees
But don't get beaten by sharing your hand
Alone is how she'll learn to stand

And if your legs failed you you'd learn to fly
And if flying didn't suit you you'd surely glide
Ascend the valleys to mountains high
When this low you can only rise

So come on brother where have you been three nights
I know that trestle looks good in that fall moon light
And the rocks below could split you and heal all inside
But sleep now till the next sunrise

And we'll pass it around once and sip it twice
Drink to our freedom and shun our pride
Curse our life but love our lives
With my heart I can't stand to see you die
With my heart I can't see you die
Sleep now till the next sunrise