This Year (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)

It uh, it has been a joy to play music for you again
See you tomorrow, I hope we will see you in the actual world soon
And it's gonna be so good, I think about it all the time
I think about it every day
We're gonna see you face to face
One, two, three, go

I broke free on a Saturday morning
I put the pedal to the floor
Headed north on Mills Avenue
And listened to the engine roar

My broken house behind me, all good things ahead
A girl named Cathy wants a little of my time
Six cylinders underneath the hood, crashing and kicking
Ahh, listen to the engine whine

I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me

I played video games in a drunken haze
I was seventeen years young
Hurt my knuckles punching the machines
The taste of scotch rich on my tongue, yeah

And then Cathy showed up and we hung out
Trading swigs from a bottle, all bitter and clean
Locking eyes, holding hands
Twin high maintenance machines

I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me

I drove home in the California dusk
I could hear the alcohol inside of me hum
Pictured the look on my stepfather's face
Ready for the bad things to come

I down-shifted as I turned into the driveway
The motor screaming out, it was stuck in second gear
The scene ends badly, as you might imagine
In a cavalcade of anger and fear
There will be feasting, there will be dancing in Jerusalem next year

I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I am going to make it, gonna make it through this year
If it kills me
If it kills me
If it

Thank you, goodnight