Letra da Música: Don't Be Crushed - Hawksley Workman

Youre where all the poets go
Youre where all the ashes blow
Youre the kind of maker that makes the whole world come true
My baby shes inside me now
I made her a place to settle down
Its close to my heart
She likes the sound
Its twenty minutes out of town

Shoreline water breaking fast
In New York city, low on cash
Another week and youll be back
And youll be saying home at last
But dont act broken
Even when youre broken

Its just one of those things
Thank god youre timeless
Cause my watch got stolen
Its the good stuff that you bring
Dont be crushed

This city will always bug you baby
I know for me it does the same
Its pretty I suppose from inside a plane
Thats heading for another place
So wave and blow me one more kiss
Youre a dead-eye baby
You never miss
Theres not much else as sweet as this
I waved so hard I broke my wrist
But dont act broken
Even when youre broken

Its just one of those things
Thank god youre timeless
Cause my watch got stolen
Its the good stuff that you bring
dont be crushed

Dont be crushed