"Far Cry" as written by and Gran Bel Fisher David Bassett....
Coin toss, is it head or tails?
In the fields of Ohio I set my sails,
Longing for a life and a change of scene

To be lost is not to be alone
Because the fun in the run is to surround yourself
With everything you don't know

Turn to green when things are getting heavy
Jesus on the telly betting me to let go
And I know

Not even a week
Not even six days
Hell, I was on my baby's shit list once again

If life's a song I'm singing broke blues
And the pain on my baby's tooth
It keeps her up all night
It keeps her up all night

Maybe we gotta find a way of our own
Getting by in a place we don't know
Well, it's a far cry but we'll make it home

Between you and me,
Can't you see that we're dazzled by a real life dream
And I'll stay and we'll play

Shut your mouth, I know I told you!
Everyone's been there before you
Impossible, it could never be

She says hearts remind her of hell
But the diamonds remind her of Christ as well

Maybe we gotta find a way of our own
Getting by in a place we don't know
Well, it's a far cry but we'll try to make it home

Maybe we gotta find a way of our own
Getting by in a place we don't know
Well, it's a far cry
Oh, we will try to make it home
Gotta make it home
Gotta make it home


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