Lying in a field by the statehouse
Gazing at the stars, as you should
But instead of shifting red
It's the same girl in his head
Oh, the starry-eyed one
I see those eyes in everyone
Damn these weeds through which I run
Damn these weeds through which I run
The state guard takes a lukewarm sip of coffee
He gladly takes those night shifts at work
Just to finish up his book
In a trance, forgets to look
Oh to travel some
I see those miles in everyone
Damn these weeds through which I run
Damn these weeds through which I run
I see her on the bar stool singing standards
Or a poem, with a grin from cheek to cheek
But those lines sung with a wink
Start as teardrops in the sink
Oh, the words they come
I'd give them up just to smile, my son
Damn these weeds through which I run
Damn these weeds through which I run
If our lives shine a little less
Then every day we'd learn to dress
The world with just enough sun
How dare you stand and judge like that
With your neat paved roads and your cleared out paths
I see rows of college sweethearts staring at me from front lawns
Damn these weeds through which I run
Damn these weeds through which I run
One day you know my true love will catch me
One day I'll teach the world the way I think
One day I'll begin to sing without feeling everything
Oh the southbound sun
I spin the world on its back for fun
Damn these weeds through which I run
Damn these weeds through which I run
Turbulent indie rock from Levi Fuller & the Library that has the snarl of hardcore and the knotty meter of math rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 13, 2018