Rubble To Rubble

Show me your friends, I'll show you your future
Show me your scars, I can help with the suture
I can reap, must mean I can sew
But I must say, you're in trouble
You're working with a surgeon who's working as a double
I have never stitched up my own

I'm on my way
You know I'll be a doctor one day
If my father knew the steps that I take, hmm
I'm on my way

Now she's down the street, sitting in sunshine
Probably smoking weed and sipping on box wine
She knows me, but she calls me by a different name
Now she's by the fire, hanging cold stockings
I'm letting baby Jesus do most of the talking
There's a beauty in the silence that I chalk up to Christmastime

Well, I'm on my way
Got me a wife and she calls me her babe
If she only knew the steps that I take, steps of my babe, hmm
I'm on my way

Two, three, four

Oh my God, I'm having a baby
I knew this day would come to finally save
And teach me love and how to stay
Piece by piece, sew rubble to rubble
I learned how to walk by learning to stumble
Get my off the boat, I'm ready to be on land
Get my off the boat, I'm ready to be on
On my way, hmm
I'm on my way



Credits
Writer(s): Colton Dearing, Justin Wayne Kila, Tyler Wimpee, Max Helmerich, Jesse Dixon, Eric Michael Arndt
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