Lyrics

Way out in this desert
Acquiescing to the pressing of the disappearing sun
There’s no shred of evidence
That I’ll find it, that I’ll figure out who to become
If hope is just an anchor
I don’t thank her
She is cruel and she will pull me down
Head out under water
Final offer: You can live in a drought or slowly drown

Caught up in this holding back
All your good friends were calling
You’re afraid love might be some trap
And you’re no fan of falling

I play some songs by Waylon
Then I’m trailing off into a distant background hum
Another human jukebox
Hoping you’ll talk to me as I pack up when I’m done
Make an Irish exit
No forced etiquette
I will take my mask off in the car
I forgot I wore one
It’s so funny how we don’t know who we are

Caught up in this holding back
All your good friends were calling
You’re afraid love might be some trap
And you’re no fan of falling

Let all the air leak out your lungs
And sail into the sun
And don’t expect nothing to come back to you
I hurt for what I put you through
But we all end up as dust

Caught up in this holding back
All your good friends were calling
You’re afraid love might be some trap
And you’re no fan of falling