Looking in the wrong direction so I'm getting myself lost yes, desperation has its cost and I thought I knew better, oh the things I thought the things
Pulled my jacket tight around And watched the grass turn to straw March came like an avalanche And I watched it all come down You came a long way, didn
Bottoms up, looks like a mess we've got. You want to come along for the ride? It's not a joke, no, it's some kind of bad idea. We made the rope,
You pack your sweaters for the fall and the flowers die in their garden rows and the warm words can't help at all, everybody knows... You're trying to
Remind me how I forgot to be brave How I forget where the blood goes when it's tired and spent Cause after that shipwreck The coward in me rowed straight
We sang porch songs like we were rock stars We drank cheap beer and tried to make it last Then it was back in the car The coast to the cornfields Maybe
Maybe you learned it from your family Mix in a little of the old midwest It seems someone out there built a legacy On keeping everything tight under wraps
We were crawling through valleys, yeah we were swimming in mud you in your rusty chains, me in my lead coat Weary and tired of always running around chasing
They come in like the rain They come in like the rain Unwelcome, like the water flooding its way Through the underground Seeping in and tugging at the
I pushed it hard, that goddamn wrecking ball, and I waited for the weight to swing around but it never did. And the crows they fell around my eyes
Welcome winter of the warmest kind tie a weight to my ankles and throw me in and leave your troubled thoughts behind here and now and gone again it's
Yeah, I could tell you lots of things. I grew up on the bay. I used to race my sisters up the fence-side to Mr. Medley's place. Papa ran the general
Oh, there you are, it's so good to see you, it's so good to see you, standing right at my door, I wish you could stay. Well, how's your girlfriend? How
Dry the flowers, file the sheet-music, save me for the fire I spent the day forgetting the dream that woke me up The garden is empty and I still remember
Well you call again, as if I don't know what you're going to say... So let it ring, I can count the cracks in the ceiling all day long. I guess the birds