The orange knife sliced right through a Lake Michigan night,
cut my stupor right in two, where'd the goddamn time all go?
Birds in the trees, the voice on the phone, asking me nicely,
"Come home, spend the night in bed, not wandering the asphalt."
Stammering, "I'm almost there, but don't wait up."
I got lost along the way.
I was gonna howl around the world,
with electric charm and a neon suitcase,
write every sound and live every word.
Pry my eyes open, I'm so sick of dreaming.
Muddy smile, cracked dive bar glass,
smell of fear, and day old booze,
distilled pride and bottled doubts.
Don't know where I'm going,
don't care if I get there at all.
came for "high in the morning," stayed for "useless friends," became obsessed with "stay asleep." this band can do no wrong. "i never thought love would be the losing side" sucks as a lyric when you're trying to be a lyricists, cuz it's just not fair. Adam Peterson