Baby, I’m doing my best to avoid the rabbit hole But it’s a relief when I can’t see the sun Maybe I’m not an instrument Flatter the birds till they make the perfect sound Think I’m more like an influence Brought up through the crowd now I’m taking a straight line and getting ahead There’s something strange about it I’m taking a straight line and getting ahead of the crowd Feel like I’m losing my edge Yeah, I know that’s comical Got a head full of weeds Light enough to try my luck I don’t think you’re into this love Keep my back to the wind, moving onward, up, and around I’m taking a straight line and getting ahead There’s something strange about this I’m taking a straight line and getting ahead of the crowd I’m taking a straight line, and getting ahead Follow me out now, I think I can win There’s something strange about this Maybe it’ll make more sense if I know the animal Walk with the beast and when I take it on the chin I’ll take it like a compliment Fly with the birds till I feel good and done I’m more like a cymbal hit Used up, keeping my head down Finally keeping up with some friends Not making up new ways to fuck with their heads Facing oblivious-like at the stars, well Feel like I’m coming around, oh whatever it’s possible When I’m forty and lean, will I understate my luck Or use you to prop me up? Pretty feels keen but man this gig is tough Watching birds circle around all this little stuff Don’t wanna walk home to find you in bed Follow me out now, I think I can win I wanna get outta here, figure out how everyone lives (How everyone lives) What am I supposed to do? Tell me why I don’t wanna feel better I wanna feel brand new I wanna feel so brand new Take to this nicely The sun surprised me I was talking to all the windows and you were carrying my coat I’m feeling lucky That everything bothers me When you pull up and skip Blue Rodeo I know that good things come and go Yeah, ain’t it something Knowing everyone’s still around me Not just headed home Baby, I’m not an instrument Just waiting for something to move So I can think again Trying my best not to understand the infinite Or the anxious way we talk in it Yeah, I’m barely an influence I don’t understand the movements But I’m pretty okay when I’m with you (Take to this nicely) (The sun surprised me) (Now I’m carrying my coat) (And feeling lucky) (Not every thing’s haunting me) (No minding lovestruck Romeo) (I know that good things come and go) (Well, ain’t it something) Knowing everyone’s still around me Not just headed home
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