Fourth Of July

(альбом: Whippoorwill - 2016)

'All roads run from this one'
Said a buckled up seat on the bus
But we chuckled off at the next stop
And nobody came after us

We blinked at our freedom
Took a right at a no-turn-on-red
When we were younger we never got older
We laid on the breaks then sped
By the swallowed up barns
Past the farms and the big fields
The sun coming up in our eyes

Days were blackbirds charging up on a wire
Nights were the fourth of july!

Somebody said 'out there
In the hole there's a miracle cure'
While they rattled off all the side-effect scripture
We dressed up and fell off the earth
Into satellite lanes
Past the plains and the great lakes
The wool pulled down over our eyes

Days were blackbirds charging up on a wire
Nights were fast-forward rewind

Nickels in the fountains
And the lobbies among the downtowns
We sleep next to monsters we're hoping to kill
When the glory days come back around
And we find our old movies
On the floor of the attic
The scenes shuffle by in our eyes

Days are blackbirds charging up on a wire
Night are the rest of our lives