You’re as far now as you should be
While I’m wallowing and low
When I drink I think of you
When I’m drunk I miss you so
Hello sun hello moon
Bring the storm to call the tune
When I’m drunk I miss you so
When I drink I think of you

Now you’re just another specter
Who still swims inside my head
Who left her number under the bottle
On the nightstand by my bed
Call my name, we can dance
For at least another tune
Cuz when I’m drunk I miss you so
When I drink I think of you

Please go
Please go

Now just put your hands right through me
Pull my heart out of my chest
And squeeze a drop of blood into the glass
And raise it for the west
Add some salt from the tears
And we can have another tune
Cuz when I’m drunk I miss you so
When I drink I think of you

Please go
Please go

You’re as far now as you should be
While I’m wallowing and low
When I drink I think of you
When I’m drunk I miss you so
Hello sun hello moon
Bring the storm to call the tune
When I’m drunk I miss you so
When I drink I think of you

Refrain:
Out of our hats we pull magic surprises
Wisdom is beauty, it comes in many disguises
Out of the earth: Iron, water, and wood
Lend me your strength
My intentions are good
x2

We stagger through life and get beat to the ground
The heavens above pointing which way is down
All the while mocking that pain has a sound
Fear crushes in, treachery is abound

And just as we’re breaking down

Refrain:
Out of our hats we pull magic surprises
Wisdom is beauty and the tide always rises
Out of the earth: Iron, water, and wood
Lend me your strength
My intentions are good

We break from the crowd to evolve on our own
Only to find we were always alone
Tempered and tested and turning to stone
Please take all my flesh and my blood and my bones

And just as we’ve lost the tone

Refrain:
Out of our hats we pull magic surprises
Wisdom is beauty, it comes in many disguises
Out of the earth: Iron, water, and wood
Lend me your strength
My intentions are good

I’ve accepted all of the conditions
Of my role as the fool
because the founder of the conscience
Is the king of something cruel
And we can do shots like cosmonauts
In outer space and leave the world behind
I told you I was sorry if
your fall from grace
Was all my fault this time
I Need to know
If I were yours
I couldn’t be mine again

I began this trip with visions
Of a Shangrala of fuel
But the founder of this vision
Is the Jack of all that’s mute
And we can do shots like cosmonauts
And bombardiers with bandoliers of hope
That cross their hearts and hope to die
With honest eyes
And dignified reproach
I need to know
If I were mine
I couldn’t be yours again

I’ve accepted all of the conditions
Of my role as the fool
because the founder of the conscience
Is the king of something cruel
And we can do shots like cosmonauts
In outer space and leave the world behind
I told you I was sorry if
your fall from grace
Was all my fault this time
I need to know
If I were yours
I couldn’t be mine again