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DROWNING FEARS
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◆ LYRICS · WRITER-FIRST
[Intro] Woke up with a mission on my back. By supper, it was somebody else's mission. Nobody told the day. [Verse 1] Six in the mornin, list on the counter, plan in the pocket Boots on the floor, keys in the door, coffee dry in the socket Get to the field and the pto's off, cable's kinked at the socket Snag on the line hit the mission clean, brother, one clean whack in the wallet Sun move west, list move north, the pen and the day don't argue Two more hours, three more hours, a fourth of a plan I still owe Stress on the shoulders, stress on the collar Grey in the mirror, grey in the hollow Some hairs fall like leaves, I'm not the tree, I'm the follow [Pre-Chorus] And time ain't tailored for a farmer, no sir Time is of the essence and the essence is water You drown the fear or the fear drown you That's the math, that's the day, that's the year, that's the crew [Chorus] Failure paper thin, success paper thin Autumn come in soft and say brother, you win Mouths fed, roof on, wire tight, coat warm Paper thin between the harvest and the storm Drowning fears, drowning fears That's what persistence bought, a stack of successful years Drowning fears [Verse 2] Snags on the line ain't a season, they a language Every farmer readin the same book, different page Plan wasn't wrong, the plan was a starting point The mission got amended before I even filled the joint End of the year, brother, sit down with the ledger Half the wins in the column ain't the wins I remember The wins remember me, that's the trick You show up, you show up, you show up, get sick, show up, get better, show up [Pre-Chorus] And nobody clap for a farmer at the end of a season The barn clap. The wife clap. The dog clap. And that's the reason. Paper thin the margin, paper wide the pride Every scab a season, every season a ride [Chorus] Failure paper thin, success paper thin Autumn come in soft and say brother, you win Mouths fed, roof on, wire tight, coat warm Paper thin between the harvest and the storm Drowning fears, drowning fears That's what persistence bought, a stack of successful years Drowning fears [Bridge] Grey hair ain't the receipt, brother, it's the price tag The receipt is the ledger, the ledger is the flag And the flag ain't for anybody but the wind and the field And the wind and the field know exactly what the farmer built [Final Chorus] Failure paper thin, success paper thin Wake up in October and the year is your kin Mouths fed, roof on, wire tight, coat warm Drowning fears is the harvest, that's the form Drowning fears, drowning fears Persistence just a fancy word for a stack of successful years Drowning fears Drowning fears