Besedila: Conor Oberst. Conor Oberst. Danny Callahan.

Green world, love the chloroform
Front porch in the thunderstorm
Controlled chaos, confused energy

Stop reading the weather charts
Stop counting the playing cards
There's no system, there's no guarantees

That the love you feel and carry inside
Can be passed
But you try, I know you do, you still talk
To your plants
Ask, "how are you getting on, alone"

Some wander the wilderness
Some drink cosmopolitans
Some cold science, some gleaning astroplanes

I can't tell where the canvas stops
Homesick as an astronaut
Just keep drifting, but still can't explain

How the love we feel we carry inside can be passed
See a brother in the gutter and reach out your hand
Ask, "how are you getting on, alone"

What guage measures miracles
Whose heartbeat's electrical
We feign sickness with our modern joy

But even Western medicine
It couldn't save Danny Callahan
Bad bone marrow, a bald little boy

But the love he feels he carries inside
Can be passed
He lay still, his mother kissed him goodbye
Said, come back
Where are you going to alone
Where are you going all alone


(Thanks to Jade for these lyrics)