Rubble to Rubble - Wilderado

Show me your friends and I’ll show you your future.

Show me your scars and I can help with the suture.

I can reap, must mean I can sew.

I must say, you’re in trouble.

You’re working with a surgeon who’s working as a double.

I have never stitched up my own.

I’m on my way.

You know I’ll be a doctor one day.

If my father only knew the steps that I take.

I’m on my way.

Now she’s down the street sitting in sunshine, probably smoking weed and

sipping on box wine.

She knows me but she calls me by a different name.

Now she’s by the fire, hanging cold stockings.

I’m letting baby Jesus do most

of the talking.

There’s a beauty in the silence that I chalk up to Christmas

time.

Well I’m on my way.

I’ve got me a wife and she calls me her babe.

If she only knew the steps that I take.

I’m on my way.

Oh my god, I’m having a baby.

I knew this day would come to finally save.

Teach me love and how to stay.

Piece by piece sew rubble to rubble.

I learned how to walk by learning to stumble.

Get my off the boat,

I’m ready to be on land.

I’m on my way.

I’m on my way.