85

Written and preformed by Janet Gardner and Justin James

Young and so naive
In a blissful state
As the sound of our worn out boots hitting the ground fills the night
On the edge of town
Bumming' cigarettes
As we carve out our plan we don't care if the end is in sight

We were holding on
To nothin' but a feelin'
Holding on
Emotions were reeling oh ou oh ou oh

Chorus:
We could see our breath
But couldn't feel the cold
We fought the hunger and pain
And thought we'd never grow old
Back in 85
We felt so alive
With just a couple guitars and a duct taped couch
To hell with 9 to 5

An empty jar for coins
Not a meal in sight
Still we search for the notes that will bring us to some other place
Just a melody
And some scribbled words
It was all that we needed to keep us from losing our grace

We were holding on
To nothin but a feeling
Holding on with no time for grieving
Oh ou oh ou oh

Chorus
We could see our breath
But couldn't feel the cold
We fought the hunger and pain
And thought we'd never grow old
Back in 85
We felt so alive
With just a couple guitars and a duct taped couch
To hell with 9 to 5

Solo

We could see our breath
But couldn't feel the cold
We fought the hunger and pain
And thought we'd never grow old
Back in 85
We felt so alive
With just a couple guitars and a duct taped couch
To hell with 9 to 5