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.