Tekster: The Marble Index. We Can Make It.

It's been a long week and I'm losing my mind
'Cause I don't want to come home again
Is it the birds or the waves or the words I'm talking of now?
'Cause I don't want to come home again

We can make it, we can make it
We can make it, we can make it
We can make it, we can make it
We can make it, we can make it

I just get the feeling that I choose
Not to be bruised tonight

It's been a long week I am thinking about
Oh, I don't want, want to come home again
Is it the waves or the words or the birds I'm talking about?
I don't want, want to come home again

We can make it, we can make it
We can make it, we can make it
We can make it, we can make it
We can make it, we can make it

Somewhere between right and wrong
I choose not to be bruised tonight
Somewhere in my ways, I tell
I choose not to be bruised tonight