Islands

How d'ya you make it so these paper cups
Cope with the comin' overrun
Or spill the right design by accident
A perfect mistake of circumstance
Or just the shape of

Islands that we had planned to see
Caught up in simple victory
Future shorter than history
Come to make a fool of me

How d'ya keep from breathing in the Sweet Olive
Of all our best past trees
How do we let go by the breeze
Not tossin' up our fleur de lis

Caught up in simple victory
Blinded by was or was-to-be
No mind, the mess of mystery
Come to bring the best of me

You're so pretty when you're disheveled
By the wind through the window
When the adventure starts
And this time we're mad De Soto inland
Said this time we'll ditch the car
Run down straight, Gulfport waits up
Run down straight, like it's the only road



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Writer(s): Nick Barnes
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