That Dog’ll Hunt
Craig Chaney, Andrew Carey
Stop burning bridges
When you know you can't swim
You're always starting battles
Just to bury men
Rattle the walls you built
To keep yourself in
With only ghosts left to commune
You can stare down the sun
But when you turn tail and run
I hope your feet don't fail you
We'll carry on. We'll carry on
Grind your teeth to the gum
You're itching to jump the gun
But when your feet have failed you
We'll carry on. We'll carry on
That's what you get for staring at the sun again
Until the blood runs from your nose
I know you burn your candles at both ends
We all learn the hard way, I suppose