Mayfield

Remember back when seasons don't change Late December winds bringin pain, back to me... and I've been closing these doors for days the sky is fallin down on my grave... oh are we gonna make it? oh are we gonna make it? oh are we gonna make it? oh are we gonna make it? South Pacific's whiskey and sin, now honey, these angels got me talking again, jump slowly gently as the breakin waves, I'm flying, the tide closing in on my face... oh are we gonna make it? oh are we gonna make it? oh are we gonna make it? oh are we gonna make it? Uhhhh... oh are we gonna make it? Uhhhh oh are we gonna make it? Uhhh oh are we gonna make it? Uhhh oh are we gonna make it? Uhhh oh are we gonna make it? Woooh Are we gonna make it.? yeah yeah yeah Are we gonna make it.?