Gran Bel Fisher - Far Cry lyrics

Coin toss, is it head or tails? In the fields of Ohio, I set my sails Longing for a life and a change of scene To be lost is not to be alone Because the fun in the run is to surround yourself With everything you don't know Turn to green when things are getting heavy Jesus on the tell betting me to let go and I know Not even a week, not even six days Hell, I was on my baby's sh** list once again If life's a song, I'm singing broke blues And the pain on my baby's tooth It keeps her up all night It keeps her up all night Maybe we gotta find a way of our own Getting by in a place we don't know Well, it's a far cry, but we'll make it home Between you and me Can't you see that we're dazzled By a real-life dream? And I'll stay, and we'll play Shut your mouth, I know I told you Everyone's been there before you Impossible, it could never be She says hearts remind her of hell But the diamonds remind her of Christ as well Maybe we gotta find a way of our own Getting by in a place we don't know Well, it's a far cry, but we'll make it home Maybe we gotta find a way of our own Getting by in a place we don't know Well, it's a far cry, but we'll make it home Maybe we gotta find a way of our own Getting by in a place we don't know Well, it's a far cry, but we'll try Gotta make it home Gotta make it home