The Cracks - Thea Gilmore

Don’t stop singing;

it’s a beautiful sound

I’ll get the drinks in before we hit the ground

And I don’t know who’ll speak first

It doesn’t matter anyway tonight

Let’s be best strangers

They closed the bar an hour ago

Last train whistles down the track

But I see something growing up from the cracks

I’ll show you my heart if you’ll show me yours

Were you wild and unique babe or just par for the course?

What have we got to lose, anyway?

From one drunk to another, I think what I’m trying to say

Some mirrors have been broken

And some things pull you back

But I see something growing up from the cracks

We’ve both seen the thunder that’s coming in low

And each day tries to run you right off the road

But if you listen out for the sound

We’ll get a thousand hooves drumming in this one horse town, and

The lights are out on the west side

They’ll paint the sky in black

I swear I see something shining up from the cracks

And they closed this bar an hour ago

Last train whistles down the track

But I see something growing up from the cracks