Washington
Fighting The Good Fight
Dearly beloved
We're all here tonight
For a similar reason
We're fighting the good fight

But the weather does keep us inside

And we haven't known him
For terribly long
But his wall is filled with the ghosts
Who are never gonna hear
And they're singing and keeping me sane
And I look out the window
When it's started to rain

So many friends
So many friends
So many friends
So many friends

And all of you people
Are part of my soul
'Cause we are connected
Above the heart

And I don't have to see you
To know where you are
'Cause we just need some whiskey
And an out of tune guitar