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.?