Sometimes I'm happy when you go away
Cause' I know I'm not the best thing for you, 365 days.
Far to many city nights and siren wake up calls
For the girl who grew up swimming under Oregon waterfalls
One of these days we're gonna get away
One of these days I'm gonna take you back to the places you like to pray.
And while we wait, I know we're strong enough
And though I know you'd disagree sometimes
I feel like a prison guard who's got you shackled up...
And some days, I'm feeling pretty turned around
I'm just trying, I'm just trying to figure out
Do we want less?
Or do we want more?
Do we want less or more?
While nothings fully figured out, we still got two kids to raise
And we're gonna need a whole lot of luck, and a lot of grace
So 20 years from now, I bet you'll look at me and say
That these uncertain times, were really the glory days.
And some days, I'm feeling pretty turned around
I'm just trying, I'm just trying to figure out
Do we want less?
Or do we want more?
Do we want less or more?