Bricks Songtext / Lyric

Your dream is the grind
Our roots are intertwined.
Here, in my head I am free
Under the gun, what will I be?

Young boy so afraid
These bricks must be laid
Here, to cross over the edge
In high heels and carry the baggage
That's the latest,
What's the forecast?
I'm digging tranches and the girls are gorgeous
It's five o'clock,
Don't really want to quit now.

With love we will thrive
Let no one call this jive.

(P. Kingsbery)
© Edwin Ellis Warner Chappell Music France