Besedila: Racoon. Brother.

It's four o'clock, the rain has stopped
He's in to deep, he ran out of luck
Nowhere we can go

And his old friend, they left a spot
Because of the little time he's got
Not that they ever warn, though

If you can't give her space
We're afraid it's too late
You got to let her go now
Or we can't help you, brother

All he thinks, the love is gone
They're broken hearted
They must be strong, you still got us

Well, there's this yearning in the stomach
Pain and doubt about why she done it
And pride, that tells them to shut up

If you can't give her space
We're afraid it's too late
You got to let her go now
Or we can't help you, brother

If you're willing to fight
Than you're make it alright
You just got to let her go now
Or we can't help you, brother