Same lows,
different days,
it's mini gold,
the separate ways,
wildfires,
and tidal waves,
ain't nothing gonna shake us.
We're batting the hatches when the going gets tough,
holding on steady like we're calling air blow,
board up the windows like nothing's gonna send us away.
The sun goes down and the winter comes,
always something to run from,
winds will blow like a hurricane,
lightning crashes and pouring rain,
but we stand tall,
roots out wide,
our leaves don't fall like a
Alabama pine,
these vines don't break,
no they bend and lean like you've never seen evergreen.
It's the way we're wound,
no easy way out,
we're sitting around waiting on a blue sky,
we're all muddy boots, battered and bruised,
dripping dry on the other side.
Nobody left behind when the sun goes down and the winter comes,
always something to run
from,
winds will blow like a hurricane,
lightning crashes and pouring rain,
but we stand tall,
roots out wide,
our leaves don't fall like a Alabama pine,
these vines don't break,
no
they bend and lean like you've never seen evergreen.
Oh,
evergreen.
We're batting the hatches when the going gets tough,
holding on steady like we're calling air blow,
board up the windows like nothing's gonna send us away.
The sun goes down and the winter comes,
always something to run from,
winds will blow like a hurricane,
lightning crashes and pouring rain,
but we stand tall,
roots out wide,
our leaves don't fall like a Alabama pine,
these vines don't break,
no they bend and lean like you've never seen evergreen.