Lyrics Better Things - Winter Break

Better Things

The seven hour trip is worth it
This time, no more waiting not on our terms
A quarter-century's worth of fear and disappointment
Is a money-shot load carried alone, carried alone
Go it alone…
Pack your bags, you got better things to do
Open hand, chop it off
— this time no more waiting, this time, no more hands outs
— this time, I take on more than I can swallow in one sitting
You’re calling me out but you’re not saying much
Run your mouth but I’m not there