Set the Sails

You decide to be alone And hell it's cold enough to hibernate So let her drift into the snow It's where she chooses how to operate It might be time to pack her in Set the sails and just get all the way Maybe east or something The west was overrated anyway And the storms coming down These old walls are wearing thin There's an ache to this town And something's gotta give in When digging for gold, and coming Out dry Just a matter of time Just a matter of time So you decide to be alone And sometimes loneliness Can be your friend So let me drift into the snow It's where I'm tempted most to make amend We can wash our hands of all of this And we can hide behind shit eating grins It's probably something I missed I wasn't listening when I should have been And the storm's coming down And these old walls are wearing thin There's an ache to this town And something's gotta give in When digging for gold And coming out dry Just a matter of time Just a matter of time