Mayfield Lyrics - All The Stars And Boulevards - Augustana

Remember back when seasons don't change, oh baby 

Late December winds bringin' pain back to me 

And I've been closin' these doors for days, oh baby 

The sky is fallin' down on my grave and now 

Ooh, are we gonna make it? 

Ooh, are we gonna make it? 

Ooh, are we gonna make it? 

Ooh, are we gonna make it? 

South Pacific's whiskey and sin, now honey 

These angels got me talkin' again, jump slowly 

Gently as the breakin' waves, I'm flyin' 

Tide closin' in on my face and now 

Ooh, are we gonna make it? 

Ooh, are we gonna make it? 

Ooh, are we gonna make it? 

Ooh, are we gonna make it? 

Yeah, yeah 

Ooh, are we gonna make it? 

Ooh, are we gonna make it? 

Woah, are we gonna make it? 

Yeah, are we gonna make it? 

Woah, are we gonna make it? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, are we gonna make it now?