Mayfield - Augustana

Remember back when seasons don’t change, oh baby

Late December winds bringin' pain back to me

I’ve been closing these doors for days, oh baby

The sky is fallin' down on my grave

Yeah, now

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

Yeah, now

Oh, are we gonna make it?

Oh, are we gonna make it?

Oh, are we gonna make it?

Whoa, are we gonna make it?

Yeah, are we gonna make it?

Whoa, are we gonna make it?

Yeah, are we gonna make it?

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, are we gonna make it out?