David Bazan - The Ballad Of Pedro Y Blanco lyrics

Trying to find a place in this mess Pair off with the one that you like the best Right away you're out looking for food Wondering if you both made the wrong move Look out, here come two little ones And peace in the valley a few days a month Trembling a little, I wait to be found By a fisherman's daughter with her overalls down Singing they don't make 'em like this anymore They don't make 'em like this anymore Anymore Kids are grown and we're hitting our stride Both in love and the money's alright Lucky and careful, we dodged our worst fears But not much of the pain we heaped on each other for all those years Singing they don't make 'em like this anymore Singing they don't make 'em like this anymore Because they don't make 'em like this anymore Anymore Dreaming on in a hospital bed I'm holding her hand and kissing her head Kids and grandkids in unison howl Put down your guitar, go enjoy her right now