[Intro]

I love this fucking country

And she loved me more than I could imagine

So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic

[Verse 1]

Ran away from the backyard to drift some more

Woke up in Texas next to a liquor store

With a woman who don't even drink alcohol

Big letters, 'IRONY' tagged on the wall

She was named for another flat land

We had it strong back then, in common, we had a bond

That would never see the break of dawn

To damn afraid of the queen trying to take the pawn

Threw that away

Yes, yes headed out west

And got undressed

With the nurture that she gave me made me trip and get obsessed

There was a lady in Los Angeles

That handled this the way the manual suggests (the way the manual suggests)

She turned me on to music that I never heard before

She told me stories from a cup I hadn't learned to pour

And I don't know what hurt it more

Professional journals or perpetual burn holes

Scarring up the dirty floor

Peace! Found a hollow hole in the Colorado snow

It's like I follow anywhere El Diablo go

Took a stroll with a feline

And sat silent while the snowflakes fell into the design

Can't let her dance up on the top floor

Been there, done that, what do you think it's locked for?

I've lost more to my traveling soul

Then I care to talk about so I'll be out, I'll be on the road

Down, down, down in Gainesville

No stranger to shame, Coltrane, and pain pills

Sometimes the ceiling's too easy to stare at

But it keeps me from a forest full of snare taps and bear traps

And it can't come clean without the sun beams

And it ain't complete without the drum beats

And I can tell she don't want me as is

Time to climb back into the van and make the back stiff

I had to add one more story to the infinite

Already interwoven through a New York cigarette

Ex lover and a best friend, best lover and an ex friend

I'll bend for alcoholic sentimentalism

And rhythm of religion on the PA

Make the people here say

"God bless the DJ"

She stays to wait for a replay

While I wonder if I'll be able to hear it from the freeway

[Verse 2]

Chicago inside of an empty bottle

There's a thin line between gossip and gospel

There's a house over there, near Wicker Park

Where I found out smart was afraid of the dark

Had to break her heart just to help me heal up

Tie a knot in the stomach just to help me seal up

And make sure them demons stay beneath the core

Pray for you and yours and whomever you believe in more

Look around you, there's angels amongst us

Look around you, there's angels amongst us

Sitting in the rain at some sidewalk cafe

Half of her wet cigarette in the ash tray

Just trying to find a lost soul to save

And I'm a lost soul trying to find a road that's paved

Keep faith in my suitcase, pack my beliefs

Angels exist, I've even seen some sleep

[Outro]

I love this fucking country

And she loved me more than I could imagine

So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic

[Interlude]

Excuse me, can you get out of the street, please?

Put my headphones on for this world I ignore, destination uptown