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It's 4 a.m. on Bonnie Dell
And I don't give a fuck
I made my peace with the ghosts of the streets
And I'm betting that'll be enough

I moved out west to San Francisco
Breathed in that fire smoke
Then found my heart in a northern song
I guess I'm going to make my way back home

Chorus
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now I'm all alone
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone

Saying, “Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun.”
Maybe I slept too long, lord, waiting for thе sun

Verse 2
I won't suffer through the season in my shitty job
You can go ahеad and let me go
Because I don't really care about your KPIs
Run and tell that to the CEO

And if you don't understand why I can't be a man
I'll just tell you that it's need-to-know
Four years deep
Still no sleep
And baby, I'm ready to go

Chorus
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now I'm all alone
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone

“Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun.”
Maybe I slept too long, lord, waiting for the sun

Instrumental

Chorus
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now I'm all alone
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone

Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Who's going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now I'm all alone
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone

“Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun.”
Maybe I slept too long, lord, waiting for the sun

Wood, nails, bites, and bones
“Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun.”
Who's going to pray when they carry you home

I made some friends
Now I'm all alone
“Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun.”
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone

Wood, nails, bites, and bones A story seldom understood
“Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun.”
Who's going to pray when they carry you home

I made some friends A story seldom understood
Now I'm all alone
“Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun.”
God ain't gonna call me on the telephone

Wood, nails, bites, and bones
A story seldom understood
Who's going to pray when they carry you home

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