Five Years

swept through a hundred thundered evenings
i know i’ve been the ghost in your home for too long and i’m leaving

you ask me if we lost it
and i say we’ve got nothing to lose
10 cent records in my pocket i don’t know if they’re singing your blues
they’re always singing your blues

but you still wake up a rebel every five years

slept through your fleeting feather dreamboat
dancing holes into the floors that we don’t walk on anymore cause we float

you ask me if we lost it
and i say we’ve got nothing to lose
a pair of cardinals sitting on a guardrail
i don’t know if they’re singing your blues
they’re always singing your blues

but you still wake up a rebel every five years
waking up a rebel every five years