This is a goodbye to the vision on the lattice
that's waiting for me in the spring
thought I was honest and easy but

really I've learned that there ain't no such thing
and I'm sorry to let you down
but I gotta get the hell outta this town


it's cause I'm leaving soon
and I won't be roaming round here anymore

it's cause I'm leaving soon
and I won't be roaming round here anymore


you hear the wind that's shaking the rafters
of your S120 sleeping pit?


the earth that's crying out for reparations?
you know that this is the land that birthed your name before you had one


thinking lately we're the last one
or just maybe we've gone a long way from home
got ourselves lost walking down

this long dark and lonely road

elevated on the sidewalk

and consecrated in the bathroom stall
lord! we've made it!
who'd contest what we have accomplished thus far?


so I'm leaving soon
and I won't be roaming round here anymore

so I'm leaving soon
and I won't be roaming round here anymore


go ahead follow the objects you desire
they're gonna lead you higher & higher
till you've gotten further & further

from what you used to call yourself
when you've gone that far
almost nothing can bring you back


but if you pray it will come
with the strength of alarms

don't doubt these seasons
turning when our time has come
to pass

so don't beg
or prostrate
cause there's no

sense in shame
the last smile
ain't staring you in the face

so there's no
cause for worry just yet


still you wait
solving nothing
with your hands

on the breaks
and you can't
put a price on

the good work
of the grave
all the distance

you can travel in the length of a day
leaves you sore