Laysong Songtext
von Chris Thile

Oh
But then what shall we sing
Tell us, oh
But then what shall we sing now
When we gather together
With a hard week going
And a hard week coming
To catch our breath
Laysong, what relief can you bring
Tell us, oh
What relief can you bring now
That our souls are untethered
And nothing′s sacred
Or profane here
Out of breath
Laysong, be our breather


What's that about your lover
I have a lover, preach
What′s that about your troubled mind
My mind is troubled
My mind is troubled, and so is my lover's
What's that about the enemy
I had enough of him for the week
So let′s drown out the enemy
Drown out the enemy
Listen, we′re gonna drown out the enemy
Huh, two, three
Laysinger gonna drown out the enemy
Drown out the enemy
Drown out the enemy
What's that about your lover

Oh, let your medicine ring
We need it, oh
Let your medicine ring out
Over hell or high water
We hear you coming
We pray you′re going
To catch our breath
Laysong, be our breather
Bring us together
Help us remember
Those with no breath left to sing