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SOMETHING TO FALL BACK ON
Bedrooms with no beds in them, I'm learning peer to peer,
my dears, if you become my eyes & ears, then I will be your mirror.
The wall is fake brick. Fake wood. Fake a marble smile.
What will it takes to fake it til you make it mile for twisted mile.
She doesn't hear a word I say. She's all but staring at my mouth.
The teeth go up, down, up, down, trapping vowel sounds.
Ahead the skyline, like an ash black mangled claw, paws at the sky,
and like I lived I'll never die, my songs will walk your street at night.
I am one thousand ghosts, a thousand haunts, I have fricasseed my soul
into a list of things I want, and things I have, and things things I don't,
and all the people that have crossed me cross my heart and hope to die.
All of our hands reach out for hands. All of our eyes look out for eyes.
We set the table, clear the plate, a little help from Jenna's pets,
our mother nature hits the fan, my peacoat pockets lined with debt.
Our generation may hit the bottle hard, but at least we know that wealth
is catching colds and having someone there to nurse you back to health.
Will it be Carie who I buried in the evergreen Northwest,
or has she once and for all sworn off being my lucky safety net?
All of creation is in question, all her trust in me in doubt,
I have gone over this and over this, still I can't figure it out,
not here on the roadworthy warpath from here to misery.
Missouri waits for me in shadows cast from frozen Ozarks trees.
Baby I am sorry I give you freely what you'd rather have to steal,
and I am sorry too for choosing you without a chance to heal,
but I am a good kind of distraction, you've become my master plan.
Even the sea changes its mind, how can I make you understand?
If I had something to fall back on,
if I had something to fall back on,
I'd fall back.
DAS - Omaha, Nebraska, USA
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