Anvil Lyrics

Fifty-two bricks
stared me dead in the face
while this anvil hung
hung above my head patiently waiting.
There's nothing left for us in Denver tonight
let's finish up the drive and scrape up the rest of our lives.
Feeling nauseous at the thought of trying to rebuild
but it's all that we know and there's a debt to kill.

Fifty-two bricks
stared me dead in the face
while this anvil hung
hung above my head patiently waiting.

So much encouragement leaves
us thinking we could be the ones.