The Matter At Hand Lyrics

I took all of my high hopes
Buried them in the sand
I buried all of them bad jokes honey
And was dealing with the matter at hand

Faded jeans and a pipe dream
We were taking a stand
We knew that it was a long shot, honey but
We were gunna to take the chance
We were gunna take the chance

You can tear things apart
You can make a boy cry
You can break a man’s heart
But you can’t break mine

Beating down on the whole scеne
The sun was taking its toll
I was walking on Young Street
When I nеarly sold what’s left of my soul

I got some news for these old men
Diggin’ their own graves
Whatever’s left of your soul man
It ain’t the part that Jesus saves
No, it ain’t the part that Jesus saves

You can tear things down
You can make a girl cry
You can wear your own crown
But you can’t take mine

I attended a funeral
It was a friend of a friend
We all got drunk in the parking lot
And I didn’t want the night to end

Ain’t that some kind of fucked up?
Ain’t it hard to understand?
Ain’t it perfect to smile in the moonlight
And deal with the matter at hand

You can tear out the roots
From a people, from a land
But you can’t hide the truth
When you’re dealing with the matter at hand