Don't Be Crushed - Hawksley Workman

You’re where all the poets go

You’re where all the ashes blow

You’re the kind of maker that makes the whole world come true

My baby she’s inside me now

I made her a place to settle down

It’s close to my heart

She likes the sound

Its twenty minutes out of town

Shoreline water breaking fast

In New York city, low on cash

Another week and you’ll be back

And you’ll be saying home at last

But don’t act broken

Even when you’re broken

Its just one of those things

Thank god you’re timeless

Cause my watch got stolen

It’s the good stuff that you bring

Don’t be crushed

This city will always bug you baby

I know for me it does the same

It’s pretty I suppose from inside a plane

That’s heading for another place

So wave and blow me one more kiss

You’re a dead-eye baby

You never miss

There’s not much else as sweet as this

I waved so hard I broke my wrist

But don’t act broken

Even when you’re broken

Its just one of those things

Thank god you’re timeless

Cause my watch got stolen

It’s the good stuff that you bring

Don’t be crushed

Don’t be crushed