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I might have driven by it. This is pure Wyatt knit. "You need a drum kit," I know. But the winter is slow and so is fall. I'll go when I'm called. (Mid sentance pause.) Oh what? I got a CDL to drive the truck to take such and such through SC until I get stuck in snow, in ice, in mud. I never had trouble this much. Blame the weather, blame the wind. I'm taking my friends to see Washington and the colors will bleed in gray on gray on white until the morning light starts over again. Maybe this is an episode of a children's TV show; tight clothes, big hair, and puppets singing about how the plants will grow. It goes, “Chloro-, chloro-, chlorophyll!” Undoubtedly unlike anything off a 40PF mic. Take it from me, because I became crazy nuts. Don’t fight it. Light the flag before we fly it. I like it! We rolled through valley’s with DJ D in a rally. First place was the first to Cali and the whole trip it rained. Who can complain? I can because I’ve got a metal casing around my brain. This is for the mothers we never had. Those with mothers think I should be glad: I don’t need naps, or Snack-Packs™. I’m fortified with a paper bag but I’m not mad at you dad. I like black Converse. Larry Bird traverse, baseline curse, hit McHale on a bounce pass reverse. The worst lines we take make the worst shapes. I’ll accept my fate for fate’s sake. Enlightenment values trust the right girl. Have you ever seen Fifth Avenue? Don’t worry, I’ll carry you through. The spring will fall away, the summer will call the next day, so don’t answer, ok? Just be clear, concise tonight. Resist the next fight we have will end all right. But trust that winter will come and kill everything in sight that must be undone. The leaves underneath your feet, the trees bare not even discrete, even my eyes can see that I shouldn’t like winter this much. I guess I’m fucked up. I guess I don’t have the guts for this stuff. It’s just as much when you miss the winter’s touch like I do. You’ll do anything just to get you through. Forget nothing but the memory you had; be glad for the memories we made new. (Every winter--every winter I go to the lake and just stare off into the distance.)
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