BRASS BAND - Fences, Cedric Bixler-Zavala

I wish I could cut back safe and sound

Maybe I would kick back, hang around

But lately I just chase my tail around

Hopin' that god posts bail

Bones in the yard

They’re down there way too far

It’s like they were meant to stay a long, long time

I know they’re mine

I wish I could lay flat like the ground

Maybe I would grow grass, make a town

But lately I just drive the people out

Hopin' that god might stay

Bones in the yard

They’re down there way too far

It’s like they were meant to stay a long, long time

I know they’re mine

I wish I was a brass band making sound

Shiny like an old car, strong and loud

But lately I just pass by like a cloud

Hopin' that god makes rain

Bones in the yard

They’re down there way too far

It’s like they were meant to stay a long, long time

Bones in the yard

They’re down there way too far

It’s like they were meant to stay a long, long time

I know they’re mine

I wish I could lay flat like the ground

Maybe I would grow grass, make a town

But lately I just drive the people out

Hopin' that god might stay