augustana
mayfield
Remember back when seasons don't change now Late December winds bringin' pain back to me And I've been closing these doors for days now The sky is fallin' down on my grave...  Oh, are we gonna make it? Oh, are we gonna make it? Oh, are we gonna make it? Oh, are we gonna make it?  South Pacific's whiskey and sin, now baby These angels got me talkin' again, jump slowly Gently as the breakin' waves and I'm flying The tide closing in on my face...  Oh, are we gonna make it? Oh, are we gonna make it? Oh, are we gonna make it? Oh, are we gonna make it?  (Oh, are we gonna make it? Oh, are we gonna make it? Oh, are we gonna make it? Oh, are we gonna make it?  Oh, are we gonna make it? Oh, are we gonna make it?)  Oh, are we gonna make it? Yeah, are we gonna make it? Oh, are we gonna make it? Yeah, yeah, yeah, are we gonna make it out?