Cannonball

We've come a long way since those drunk days on backroads

You and your high hopes always stayed down

You always saw the best in me, high in Yosemite, we hide

Now I'm driving through Reno, those goddamn casinos

You always kept God close

Except that time you bet it all on black, came back to the room with twenty grand

We spent it all on gasoline, PCH to Cannon Beach

Laid in the sand and, man, I have never seen

Something more beautiful than you and your cannonball

You were smiling like a thief with your cheek-tearing teeth

You was praying to Jesus, we was running from the police

They sold off the town we used to call home

And your cannonball sits on Cannon Beach alone

And they're using my muses to make fun of me

And your face up as your blood sucks from an IV

And we've come a long way since that shit banned at the Blue List

You said anything other than another fucking cover of "Only The Good Die Young"

But I never thought it'd be you

I always thought I'd beat you to the Golden Gates

Won't you wait a few hours there by the door? We've all been here before

You were smiling like a thief with your cheek-tearing teeth

You was praying to Jesus, we was running from the police

And they're using my muses to make fun of me

And your face up as your blood sucks from an IV

But you stood up on your own, your mom called my telephone

Said you've been standing and rambling about gambling

And howling out in the night high in Yosemite

So call up your brothers, won't you take you a ride?

There are cannonballs falling in the heat of July

So call up your brothers, won't you take you a ride?

There's cannonballs falling in the heat of July

So call up your brothers, won't you take you a ride?

There's cannonballs falling in the heat of July

So call up your brothers, won't you take you a ride?

There's cannonballs falling in the heat of July

Call up your brothers, won't you take you a ride?

There's cannonballs falling in the heat of July

You were smiling like a thief with your cheek-tearing teeth

You was praying to Jesus, we was running from the police

They sold off the town we used to call home

And your cannonball sits on Cannon Beach alone

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