Flying or Crying

We could find a porch to hold us Where we could all scream "Childers" Drink the shit that kills us Until we all remember Who it was when we were younger Before the world took our pride And we were walking in straight lines Tryna find who's good to drive And I've had so many evenings The way I've felt I can't recall Was I jumping from the rafters When my buddies broke my fall? By the end of the night We'd be flying or crying Talking 'bout the times We've spent living towards dying So don't stop running boy But don't be naive 'Cause this world will burn and break you Worse than hearts like ours believe Don't stop dancing girl 'Til it feels right 'Cause we'll be flying or crying By the end of the night You always snuck up in my front seat With some reasons of your own Tryna get a plainsman Drunk and all alone But don't you go falling for And don't you go believing A boy with calloused hands With a mind set on leaving All the moments that we've been through All the memories we've made I don't think God'd be willing To come down here and save Some heathens from the flatlands Who only bitch and moan But if I'm going down Least I'm not going down alone So don't stop running boy But don't be naive 'Cause this world will break and burn you Worse than hearts like ours believe Don't stop dancing girl 'Til it feels right 'Cause we'll be flying or crying By the end of the night