Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire
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Way Out West

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Way Out West

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Elder Green is dead and gone

Lost his way going to town

Don't know who he is or what he's done

But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue

Yeah it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue

If I was in an old hotel

That happened to be on fire

Maybe I'd jump or

Maybe I'd reconsider

Then I'd climb a little higher

Like an oily rag

In a dusty corner

Like a box of matches near an open flame

I'd jump 18 stories from a burning fire

Sooner than I'd face this world of shame

Yeah I'd skip this town and

Jump a westbound train

Take these fingerlings from my fingers

Spoken with your breath

With white-washed eyes

And flies that linger

Seems rather forlorn and bereft

I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie

As if I couldn't have guessed

He says I'm gonna get the hell

Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west

If I was in an old hotel

That happened to be on fire

Maybe I'd jump or

Maybe I'd reconsider

Then I'd climb a little higher

Like an oily rag

In a dusty corner

Like a box of matches near an open flame

I'd get so far away

From that old matchbox hotel

Man I'd skip this town and

Jump a westbound train

Anything to get away from this shame

Take these fingerlings from my fingers

Spoken with your breath

With white-washed eyes

And flies that linger

Seems rather forlorn and bereft

I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie

As if I couldn't have guessed

He says I'm gonna get the hell

Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west

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