Lyrics

[Verse 1: Emily Saliers] Look a gift horse in the mouth go get a job Last best deal I ever got was a quarter for a beer on the quad Nevilles singing on a makeshift stage you sittin' on a towel in the shade Came from a foreign town, and you smoked a joint with Jackson Browne [Pre-Chorus: Emily Saliers, Amy Ray, Both] What if my pain won't deliver me? (What if my stasis) What if my stasis crushes me with boredom? If I read into everything you say to me I will never get the meaning of your words like when you wrote them [Chorus: Emily Saliers, Amy Ray, Both] When we were writers (When we were writers) When we were fighters (We were fighters) Before we found purpose and made deals with God Let's pull an all nighter push wood in the fire It might just look like smoke in my eyes But I'm still burning inside [Verse 2: Emily Saliers, Emily Saliers & Amy Ray] Some sailed the calmer seas serial monogamy Best trip I ever took was on the ship that I wrecked and how I got set free Strange boy in the Vegas summer Dancing by the pool to a different drummer Maybe a heat mirage or a message in camouflage [Pre-Chorus: Emily Saliers, Amy Ray, Both] What if I thought that the best of me (Was spending my days) Spending my days doing just fine? (Doing just fine) To short change my true full capacity And recognize it just when I was running out of time [Chorus: Emily Saliers,Amy Ray, Both] When we were writers (When we were writers) We were igniters (We were igniters) Blisters to callus to scars from the war The sentence gets tighter the impact grows wider When nothing is wasted nor chances denied [Bridge: Emily Saliers, Emily Saliers & Amy Ray] I've had my day in the sun that's no lie But I'm still burning inside The slings and arrows the passage narrows The story harrowing the word becomes flesh Wrestle the beast that leaves you diminished It's alright, you will never be finished [Chorus: Emily Saliers, Amy Ray,Both] (When you're a writer)When you're a writer (When you're a fighter)When you're a fighter Easy to be cruel, better to be kind Plow through the stalks of your heart's tinder box Flint to the rock and you'll find, you're still burning inside [Outro Emily Saliers & Amy Ray] When we were writers I'm still burning inside When we were writers