pittsburgh

Wilco

Oh, I love the rain
And how the rain can turn
Shit into a rose
I overheard the TSA
Going through my clothes
As I wait
For her

I ve always been afraid to sing
That s a little thing
Somehow, that s all I do
Strange as that seems
I ve outlived my dreams

I empty my suitcase
In the street in the rain
Time slows like a new Van Gogh
Setting fire to the frame
Oh, I m a flag where the wind won t blow

I m a kid that never grows
My body lays, never taken away
Is it too true for me to know?
Oh, no
Am I gone
Before I go?