Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa

Well angel, mourn Sivanna
Well ain't been gone too far
But headed out towards Ponoma
Where you won't be alone

Where there's'is thrift store manager in a poke camadee
Had a gas mask on his arm
And one by one, by one
We'll all be gone

We'll all be gone by the fall
We'll all be gone by the falling light

Brick layer
With a hat down on his feet
I'll say no more
I won't let no cavalry

How long
Will you disregard the heat?
Half beat
It's no misnomer though

I've the feeling that I better go
So
I slide right out the door, oh

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Writer(s): Josiah Sherman, Justin Vernon