These songs won't write them selves
and its going no where.
These words I see them some where
This path I walk by daylight
This bending corner is upon us
don't know what to say by
May I may I take you forward?
I'm who you've always wanted
You don't know the order
Numbers I can make them plummet
I'm already at the summit
I already speak your language
You save yourself from anguish
I make myself a sandwich
I see the trickle of a brook
over a fallen body
He wears the thistle we mistook
him assault and robbery
So when they halt the bombing
Come meet me at the clearing
As results are coming we can see
if practice matches theory
And then assess our losses and
then we learn our lessons
Then we count the tragedies and
triumphs and traumatic stressing
Get back – Get back - Back
Get back – Get back - Back
Get back – Get back - Back
Get back – Get back – Back
Cause these songs won't write them
selves' and its going no where
When it's all worn off where do ya go
These songs don't write them
selves' and it's going no where
When it's all worn off
where do ya go
When it's all worn off where do ya go
(When its all worn)
When it's all worn off where do
ya go (worn off)
(When its all worn off)
When it's all worn off where do ya go
When its all worn off when its
all worn (off)
When it's all worn off where do ya go
Where do ya go where do ya go
In the shadowed expanse between
the distance of our hopes
I span from here to now with gossamer ropes
A broken bridge the only edge
shakes with every passing step
We cannot repair all the things
we have not kept
I've not wept enough in recent years
to keep my eyes from drying up
I've slept enough in re cent days to keep
the flags of my dreams flying
The echoes of my empty heart are the
closest things I have to screams
Fire at end and beginning
so I fall to in- between
I wrought a treatise on
busted guitar strings
Choked on cholesterol sentiments
from aorta to arteries
With better aim then Artemis,
gave key stone to arch enemies
Who swum in our midst like clown
fish with sea anemones
Among death knells and threnodies
and sex sells extremities
And health plans that promise better
living through chemistry
I lost my identity,
tossed to anonym ity it's my apocalypse now
I'm saying now serenity
We didn't start the fire but provide
the kindling
(When it's all worn off where
do ya go)
We didn't start the fire but provided
the kindling
(When it's all worn
off where do ya go)
When it's all worn off where do ya go
When it's all worn off where do ya go
When it's all worn off where do ya go
When it's all worn off where do ya
go (where do you go- oo)
When it's all worn off where do ya
go(off)
When it's all worn
off where do ya go
Meet me at the clearing
Now that the ons and offs of the
bombs have stopped
Upon this common spot our
common thoughts calm us
Costs promises lost comments
draw us closer
Yes sir no sir pressures over
Open mouths for closure
Cry for how I lacked compassion
How I grasped your neck
You grasped for breath
I half confessed this
Friendship shell shocked
Made at the guillotine
Made at the crossroads
My trick is forgiveness
Fugue state I'm no philistine
You yelled stop I didn't hear you
Lovers leap from the mezzanine
Through hell hot on the path of gasoline
Know Christ know cross road block
Slick ice cold stop slow cries crowed
I denied you thrice I denied
you that isn't right
Tried to cheat the game
but had to decide
Played your turn ran out of your life
Boss codes at the crossroads
I'm glad you're alive
After my tongue licked clean
and so clean
Traded the pain with numbness
clean enough the pain is numb
I won't defend what I've done
just could a been cleaner but I
Pray there's some kind of benefit from it
prayed and wasn't mean enough
I would never do what I did my good
meanings just
I would never do what I did
made it worse what I did
Coulda been a good little boy i'm
a coulda been cleaner left an
Big bad wolf wanna comeback
kid abscess of indifference
Rags, wounds, incisions cold feet in a
blizzard of indecision
War fatigues yes I wore fatigues
Fields cleanse made you hafta
cleanse my bayonette
Til healed when it's all worn
perform the surgery
When it's all worn off where do ya go
When it's all worn off where
do ya go (off)
These songs won't write
them selves and its going no where.
Flobots 
