An Old Tug Boat Called History

Year by year, things don't seem to get better
Day by day, the hours seem to pass quicker
little chinks of light are beautiful in the dark
Like fire flies lighting up the park

It might be you
it might be me
Sailing down the river for free
On an old tug boat called History

Year by year, the reservoir fills with hope
Hopes and dream, that are too scared to show up
It's a bittersweet taste left in this mouth
I'm in dire need of being helped

It might be you
it might be me
Sailing down the river for free
On an old tug boat called History

There are things that I say
That I never do
But the irony
Is lost on you
Some days you set the trap
Other days you take a nap
And miss all the good things

It might be you
it might be me
Sailing down the river for free
On an old tug boat called History

It might be Me
I know it's me
Sailing down the river for free
On an old tug boat called History
On an old tug boat called History
On an old tug boat called History



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Shufflebottom
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