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



Paint 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 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 haven't leaned to pour

And I don't know who heard it more

Professional journals or perpetual burn holes

Scarring up the dirty floor



East

Found a hollow hole in the Colorado snow

It's like I follow anywhere that el Diablo go

Took a stroll with a feline

And sat silent while the snow flakes fell into the design

Can't let her dance up on top 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 dare to talk about so I'll be out I'll be on the road

Down, down, down in Gainesville

No stranger to shame cold train and pain pills

Sometimes the ceiling is to easy to stare at

But it keeps me from a forest full of snare traps 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 pain 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

Looking for alcoholic sentimental is a men a 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



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

Make sure them demons stay beneath the core

Pray 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 on some sidewalk café

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 packed my beliefs

Angels exist I've even seen some sleep

I love this fucking country

And she loved me more than I could imagine

So I waited till she slept and I stepped into traffic