Overall about difficult moments of disappointment and vulnerability. Having hope and longing, while remaining optimistic for the future. Encourages the belief that with each new morning there is a chance for things to improve.
The chorus offers a glimmer of optimism and a chance at a resolution and redemption in the future.
Captures the rollercoaster of emotions of feeling lost while loving someone who is not there for you, feeling let down and abandoned while waiting for a lover. Lost with no direction, "Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair, Nowhere to go, I can go anywhere"
The bridge shows signs of longing and a plea for companionship. The Lyrics express a desire for authentic connection and the importance of Loving someone just as they are. "Just in passing, I'm not asking. That you be anyone but you”
TW: She drove a big ol' Lincoln with suicide doors and a sewing machine
in the back
KN: Thousand bing bangs near the end. Nothing's ever what it was
TW: And a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg was mounted up
front on the hood
KN: Had myself a kind of brainstorm. Took a table spoon of buzz
TW: And she had a tattoo gun that she'd made herself from a cassette
motor and a guitar string
KN: X-ray eyes can see right through me. Naked thought, put on your
clothes
TW: And she always had leaves in her hair
KN: You hear that funny laughing? Just the caw of ancient crows
TW: And she cut two holes in the back of her dress, cause she had these
scapular wings
KN: Somewhere near the raveled edges, by the pool of Think-a-Bit
TW: And they were covered with feathers and electrical tape, and when
she got good and drunk she would sing
KN: Once again the notion hits me: Half is quite a bit of wit
TW: About Elkhart, Indiana, where the wind is tall and folks mind their
own business
KN: Power up that upper story. Ten percent is all you use
TW: And she had a hundred old baseballs that she'd taken from kids, and
she collected bones of all kinds
KN: Take a flight of simple fancy. You're the one who has to choose
TW: And she lived in a trailer under the bridge, and she made her own
whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids
KN: Okay. All right for you. Look into the tiger's eye
TW: And she'd been struck by lightning seven or eight times, and she
hated the mention of rain
KN: See if you can see the desert. Pour a drink, my throat is dry
TW: And she made up her own language and she wore rubber boots. She
could fix anything with string
KN: Poetry ain't gonna catch me. Climb up this high plateau
TW: And her lips were like cherries, and she was stronger than any man,
and she smelled like nutmeg and piss
KN: Finish up what you were thinking, just a day or so ago
TW: And she put mud on a bee sting I got at the crick, and she gave me
my very first kiss
KN: Illustrate for visionaries: Go buy a doodle pad. Basically
in the back
KN: Thousand bing bangs near the end. Nothing's ever what it was
TW: And a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg was mounted up
front on the hood
KN: Had myself a kind of brainstorm. Took a table spoon of buzz
TW: And she had a tattoo gun that she'd made herself from a cassette
motor and a guitar string
KN: X-ray eyes can see right through me. Naked thought, put on your
clothes
TW: And she always had leaves in her hair
KN: You hear that funny laughing? Just the caw of ancient crows
TW: And she cut two holes in the back of her dress, cause she had these
scapular wings
KN: Somewhere near the raveled edges, by the pool of Think-a-Bit
TW: And they were covered with feathers and electrical tape, and when
she got good and drunk she would sing
KN: Once again the notion hits me: Half is quite a bit of wit
TW: About Elkhart, Indiana, where the wind is tall and folks mind their
own business
KN: Power up that upper story. Ten percent is all you use
TW: And she had a hundred old baseballs that she'd taken from kids, and
she collected bones of all kinds
KN: Take a flight of simple fancy. You're the one who has to choose
TW: And she lived in a trailer under the bridge, and she made her own
whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids
KN: Okay. All right for you. Look into the tiger's eye
TW: And she'd been struck by lightning seven or eight times, and she
hated the mention of rain
KN: See if you can see the desert. Pour a drink, my throat is dry
TW: And she made up her own language and she wore rubber boots. She
could fix anything with string
KN: Poetry ain't gonna catch me. Climb up this high plateau
TW: And her lips were like cherries, and she was stronger than any man,
and she smelled like nutmeg and piss
KN: Finish up what you were thinking, just a day or so ago
TW: And she put mud on a bee sting I got at the crick, and she gave me
my very first kiss
KN: Illustrate for visionaries: Go buy a doodle pad. Basically
Lyrics submitted by ecorchee1
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