Ruins

Don't cry, the river will be alright We'll just melt all the plastic to the sea And maybe California is the only place Where this old engine, it just glides through the ruins Fare you well, all that gives us hell Out the mouth of the Mississippi Halfway home, I caught you dreamin' In the passenger seat, your feet out the window Like, maybe your love, it gets torn from the bone In the eyes of the Lord And this old engine, it just glides through the ruins And fare you well, all that gives us hell Out the mouth of the Mississippi In love, we got to try A little love, we, you just got to try In love, we got to try, Lord A little love, we, we just got to try In love, we got to try Guess in love, we, we just got to try Mmm --- Ruins - Mt. Joy