11/7 Lyrics

Where you at, brother? Where have you been three nights?
Everyone's been calling, making sure you're alright
You're probably at the beach spot, holdin' it tight
Oh, lord, I don't know where to begin
I hope you're on a freight train down the ACL
Or holed up at your camp up by Fulton Hill
Just tell me you ain't caught that westbound train
And I won't go insane

Man, your girl, she's got problems it seems
They control you more than anyone sees
Don't get beaten by sharing your hand
Alone is how she'll learn to stand
And if your legs failed you, you... you'd learn to fly
And if flying didn't suit you, you... you'd surely glide
Ascend deep valleys to mountains high
When this low, you can only rise

So, come on brother, where have you been three nights?
I know that trestle looks good in that Fall moonlight
The rocks below could split you and heal all inside
Sleep now 'til the next sunrise
We'll pass it around once and sip it twice
Drink to our freedom and shun our pride
We'll curse our life but love our lives
With my heart, I can't stand to see you die
With my heart, I can't see you die
Sleep now 'til the next sunrise