Trust Fund Our American Tour
Carsick all the way from Akron to Ann Arbor
But you couldn't bring yourself to put your book down
Dead to all the world alive to Silas Marner
Pull up at the bar to take a look 'round
Head on the car, car on the curb
Tired eyes alighting on the blurb:
"a touching tender tale – superb"
Slow night, glad we didn't make any more more more more more
Our American tour
Honest to a fault you barely meant to charm them
Border police, the barbers in the barroom
Silent interstate, ann arbor through Chicago
Did we really come all this way to arguе
Putting on a song while you asleep
Bad news from back home, it'll bе fine
Why would he die, he never died before
Low shapes moving on the Michigan shore shore shore shore shore
Our American tour
Johnny and the boys, some suburban basement
Lining up to say it was our best show
So far, anyway, and so long sweet Diego
I know you don't really trust the rest though
Following the trailhead to the creek
Quietly shazaming every song from the backseat
He's been in there a week
Returning homewards with the breeze
Hear the wind chimes as you collect the keys
Just like old times there's a note to read
At the back door door door door door door door door
