Brother, what can you do? Sleep with the stars, and toil in the sun El Cielo es azul, Just don't go telling anyone.

The past don't ever quit. There's boxes in the attic. Baby shoes and taxidermy dream. While the ashes of the dead, like a dandelion head, explode and then are scattered by the breeze. We're such a long way back to all the fun that we had. When nothing ever seemed to bother me.

Yeah, I hope the world's exposed. A cruel and elaborate hoax. It convinces me to walk without a cane. But what can you do? Child, what can you do?I always heard that what is done is done. El Cielo es azul,Just don't go telling anyone. Eagle on a Pole Conor Oberst