Every time you go, you are all I see Holding out for you and me Said "don't worry baby about what you're gonna miss There will always be a much much more than this Like anyone I knew a Dave Drove a Plymouth shallow grave Said, "my girl don't just walk,

This is where I want to be Here with you so close to me Until the final flicker of life's ember I who was lost and lonely Believing life was only A bitter tragic joke Have found with you The meaning of existence

I'm gonna take all of my love back on the way out I look up on this mountain and marvel it seems so tall so tragically its fragile I'm waiting for it to fall enormous mass it's made of glass instead of with a substance that's stronger you thought that it

My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in? Bourbon blues on the street, loose and complete Under skies all smoky blue-green I can't forsake a Dixie dead-shake So we danced the sidewalk clean New Orleans is sinking man, and I don't wanna swim

My flesh is ripped at daily It's the cross I bear I am the Promethean Tragic figure in this dream Dream known as life I bring spark into the lives Take the molded, show them fire Fire's the spark in their eyes

I had this dream where I relished the fray And the screaming filled my head all day It was as though I'd been spit here Settled in, into the pocket Of a lighthouse on some rocky socket Off the coast of France, dear One afternoon, four thousand men died

I'm in awe of no one, I'm made for this, teach me what to want I am the hot mic, I pick up asides, of the modern tyrant Laws of the shadows, colors of justice, I don't know what it meant How patriotism is now enough and it's powerful stuff Can we get it

Are we born to be broken, sinners, and thieves? Someone tell the heavens I'm ready to escape! (You!) This is not what I wanted not what I need! Take it all, tear it all, rip it all away! The tragic truth. It's hard for me to understand myself. I'm

And somehow you left me neglected We've found our life's been changed We've lost it all The love is gone And we had magic And this is tragic You couldn't keep your hands to yourself I feel like our world's been infected, And though we tried

It can't be Nashville every night With its la la oh oh ohs, Whoa-ohs and He said, 'Fuck this' and 'Fuck that' And this guy's the diplomat Stares into the blur of the tuner lights He said, 'We are what we lack' And this guy's the autodidact