Same Boat We Row - Rare Americans

You never met one of your grandpas, never met one of mine

Thirty seven years since my dad’s dad died

It was pain, it was shock, it was way too soon

He’s watching down on you, hot air balloons

The year before big Johnny died

Absolutely brutal on your mom and I

Can we save our souls?

Can we get out of this hole?

Spring in the air, appetite’s back

Expand the territory, build up the stack

Summer is sweating and sporting a tan

Testing the limits, make the most of the land

Autumn is celebrating, saying goodbye

Prepare the inevitable, getting ready to die

Winter is barren and lacking in light

The present is frozen but the future is bright

It was hospital visits and watching your phone

It was knowing soon that your mom will be alone

Over due sharing and spilling our guts

Coming to terms, assessing the cuts

Heavy heart questions, no answers in sight

Childhood memories and adult spite

Rare view mirror, I look way ahead

No equilibrium, can’t get out of bed

Man, it fucks up the head

Man, it fucks up the head

I see you, I see me

I can’t wait to show

I see you, I see me

Same boat we row

I see you, I see me

Same boat we row

Same boat we row

We row

We row

We row

We row

Same boat we row

Well life fucks with your head

Well life fucks with your head

I see you, I see me

I can’t wait to show

I see you, I see me

Same boat we row

I see you, I see me

Same boat we row

Same boat we row

We row

We row

We row

We row

Same boat we row