The Raconteur - The Wedding

Boys, set your sails, grab your arms

Tell the stories you were born to tell

And tell them well, my soul, my soul

Can you brave the worst of my love?

Be the ones who testify, not the ones who’ve given up?

If you wait till stars align, you miss the cry

For history does not bend or ever break towards you and I

Boys, set your sails, grab your arms

Tell the stories you were born to tell

And tell them well, my soul

Why can’t I say that with my whole, my whole heart

Can you save me from what I’ve become?

I waste my time, I waste any good of kingdom come

When the painted dark arrives, I come to find

We’re not learning how to live, we’re just learning how to die

Boys, set your sails, grab your arms

Tell the stories you were born to tell

And tell them well, my soul

Why can’t I say that with my whole, my whole heart

My heart

My whole heart

My heart

My whole heart

My heart

My whole heart

My heart

Boys, set your sails, grab your arms

Tell the stories you were born to tell

And tell them well, my soul

Why can’t I say that with my whole, my whole heart

Boys, set your sails, grab your arms

Tell the stories you were born to tell

And tell them well, my soul

Why can’t I say that with my…

Boys, set your sails, grab your arms

Tell the stories you were born to tell

And tell them well, my soul

Why can’t I say that with my whole, my whole heart