Late on a Friday my husband went up to the mountains with 3 friends
They took provisions and bottles of bourbon to last them all through the weekend
One hundred miles they drove just to fish in a stream
There's so much water so close to home
Verse 2 (Same Chord Progression)
As he holds me know I'm pretending
It feels like i'm frozen inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
Everything's turning to white
Verse 3 (same)