Josta Dreams And Bitter Hands

If they told you tonight
That you could start again
Would you grab your car keys
And make your way out
I've seen (better days then these, its nice out)
And I've seen (better arms than mine, and its nice out)

Oh, it's nice out, oh

Oh Josta dreams and bitter hands
And natural lights in Buckingham

Oh it's nice out

There's just no room
There's just no way out tonight
There's just no way out