In Ink Please Carlo Rossi Jug Band
That dull amber glow:
Oh, how I've grown to fear this city
To loathe the deep damp that creeps into my bones
It feels a lot like alone. alone
Cold fronts creep up in every conversation
I'm done gutting myself for an honest answer
I've run out of that kind of patience
I'm sincere; it's abundantly clear
This is not
Has never been
Will never be
Home to a loyal fool like me
I'm craving closure and finality
Oh, Emerald City!
On the hill, by the sea
You have unravelled me
You have disproven me
That plain, desperate scrawl on a Rome-facing wall
I've passed every day this year
It says, "All harm ends here."
And it's brilliantly designed
But it lacks the bottom line to buy
It tastes a lot like a lie. a lie
Cold fronts creep up in every conversation
I'm done gutting myself for an honest answer
I've run out of that kind of patience
I'm sincere; it's abundantly clear
This is not
Has never been
Will never be
Home to a loyal fool like me
I'm craving closure and finality
Oh, Emerald City!
On the hill, by the sea
You have unravelled me
You have disproven me
No more broadest of brushes
To black out the blight
Here's my line in the sand (my 54'40")
And I'm fighting now
I've got the cruelest of cutlery
To carve you out
You'll be excised, cast off
It feels a lot like at last. at last
Once I was a fisherman
And I came out west to cast my nets
And I'd call out spades to anyone who'd listen
And what I found were
Jagged jigsaw corners: relentless
Ambitious, and stubborn
(Even as I was)
I miss my father's cut-and-dried forgiveness
And I hope he knows this:
This is not
Has never been
Will never be
Home to a loyal fool like me
I'm craving closure and finality
Oh, Emerald City, on the hill, by the sea
You have not bested me
You have not bested me
Oh, Emerald City, on the hill, by the sea
You have not bested me yet
You have not bested me yet
There's still fight in me
