Worn down, caught up in the weeds
Where we get so damn tired out
Pack in the reigns, let's leave it be
We've got a fine time blowing by
Keep faith in warm memories
And I'll keep mine in the breeze
I'll back up and I'll breathe, pour a cup and have a seat
A drive to clear your mind, the quiet stillness of the night
A weekend on the town, gather all your friends around
I can fix up only so, turn aftermath to afterglow
It was springtime, the sky flashed in our eyes
Althea howled from inside
Full sprint, wild through rainy winds
Caught in the fine time blowing by