Anvil

Fifty-two bricks stared me dead in the face
While this anvil hung, hung over my head patiently waiting

There's nothing left for us in denver tonight
Let's finish up the drive and scrape up the rest of our lives
Feeling nauseous at the thought of trying to rebuild
But it's all that we know and there's a debt to kill

Fifty-two bricks stared me dead in the face
While this anvil hung, hung over my head patiently waiting

So much encouragement leaves us thinking we could be the ones
So much encouragement leaves us thinking
Us thinking
We could be the ones