The Great Divide

Album: The Great Divide (2026)
Charted: 10 6
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  • I can't recall the last time that we talked
    About anything but looking out for cops
    We got cigarette burns in the same side of our hands
    We ain't friends, we're just morons
    Who broke skin in the same spot
    But I've never seen you take a turn that wide
    And I'm high enough to still care if I die
    So I tried to read the thoughts that you'd worked overtime to stop
    You said, "Back off," and I said nothing for a while

    You know I think about you all the time
    And my deep misunderstanding of your life
    And how bad it must have been for you back then
    And how hard it was to keep it all inside

    I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich
    I hope you're scared of only ordinariness
    Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin
    And not your soul and what He might do with it

    You inched yourself across the great divide
    While we drove aimlessly along the Twin State line
    I heard nothing but the bass in every ballad that you'd play
    While you swore to God the singer read your mind
    But the world is scared of hesitating things
    Yeah, they always shoot the birds who cannot sing
    Until I'm finally aware of how petty and unfair
    It was to stare ahead like everything was fine

    You know I think about you all the time
    And my deep misunderstanding of your life
    And how bad it must have been for you back then
    And how hard it was to keep it all inside

    I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich (oh-oh)
    I hope you're scared of only ordinariness (oh-oh)
    Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin (oh-oh)
    And not your soul and what He might do with it

    Ah-oh

    Rage, in small ways
    Did you wish that I could know
    That you'd fade to some place
    I wasn't brave enough to go?

    I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich
    I hope you're scared of only ordinariness
    Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin
    And not your soul and what He might do with it

    Ah (ah), whoa
    Ah
    Ah
    Ah

    I hope you threw a brick right into that stained glass
    I hope you're with someone who isn't scared to ask
    I hope that you're not losing sleep about what's next
    Or about your soul and what He might do with it Writer/s: Gabe Simon, Noah Kahan
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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