Song | Good Intentions Paving Company |
Artist | Joanna Newsom |
Album | Have One on Me |
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Twenty miles left to the show | |
Hello, my old country, hello | |
Stars are just beginning to appear | |
And I have never in my life before been here | |
And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive | |
At which conclusion you arrived | |
Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry | |
For no good reason at the Eastering sky | |
And the tilt of this strange nation | |
And the will to remain for the duration | |
Waving the flag | |
Feeling it drag | |
Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby | |
Like I'm in a fist fight with a fog, baby | |
Step-ball-change and a pirouette | |
And I regret, I regret | |
How I said to you, 'honey, just open your heart' | |
When I've got trouble even opening a honey jar | |
And that right there is where we are... | |
And I been 'fessing double fast | |
Addressing questions nobody asked | |
I'll get this joy off of my chest at last | |
And I will love you 'til the noise has long since passed | |
And I did not mean to shout, just drive | |
Just get us out, dead or alive | |
A road too long to mention, lord, it's something to see! | |
Laid down by the good intentions paving company | |
All the way to the thing we've been playing at, darlin' | |
I can see that you're wearing your staying hat, darlin' | |
For the time being all is well | |
Won't you love me a spell? | |
This is blindness beyond all conceiving | |
Well, behind us the road is leaving, yeah, leaving | |
And falling back | |
Like a rope gone slack | |
Well, I saw straight away that the lay was steep | |
But I fell for you, honey, as easy as falling asleep | |
And that right there is the course I keep... | |
And no amount of talking | |
Is going to soften the fall | |
But, like after the rain, step out | |
Of the overhang, that's all | |
It had a nice a ring to it | |
When the ol' opry house rang | |
So with a solemn auld lang | |
Signed, sealed, delivered, I sang | |
And there is hesitation | |
And it always remains | |
Concerning you, me, | |
And the rest of the gang | |
And in our quiet hour | |
I feel I see everything | |
And am in love with the hook | |
Upon which everyone hangs | |
And I know you meant to show the extent | |
To which you gave a goddang | |
You ranged real hot and real cold but I'm sold | |
I am home on that range | |
And I do hate to fold | |
Right here at the top of my game | |
When I've been trying with my whole heart and soul | |
To stay right here in the right lane | |
But it can make you feel over and old | |
Lord, you know it's a shame | |
When I only want for you to pull over and hold me | |
'Til I can't remember my own name |
Twenty miles left to the show | |
Hello, my old country, hello | |
Stars are just beginning to appear | |
And I have never in my life before been here | |
And it' s my heart, not me, who cannot drive | |
At which conclusion you arrived | |
Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry | |
For no good reason at the Eastering sky | |
And the tilt of this strange nation | |
And the will to remain for the duration | |
Waving the flag | |
Feeling it drag | |
Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby | |
Like I' m in a fist fight with a fog, baby | |
Stepballchange and a pirouette | |
And I regret, I regret | |
How I said to you, ' honey, just open your heart' | |
When I' ve got trouble even opening a honey jar | |
And that right there is where we are... | |
And I been ' fessing double fast | |
Addressing questions nobody asked | |
I' ll get this joy off of my chest at last | |
And I will love you ' til the noise has long since passed | |
And I did not mean to shout, just drive | |
Just get us out, dead or alive | |
A road too long to mention, lord, it' s something to see! | |
Laid down by the good intentions paving company | |
All the way to the thing we' ve been playing at, darlin' | |
I can see that you' re wearing your staying hat, darlin' | |
For the time being all is well | |
Won' t you love me a spell? | |
This is blindness beyond all conceiving | |
Well, behind us the road is leaving, yeah, leaving | |
And falling back | |
Like a rope gone slack | |
Well, I saw straight away that the lay was steep | |
But I fell for you, honey, as easy as falling asleep | |
And that right there is the course I keep... | |
And no amount of talking | |
Is going to soften the fall | |
But, like after the rain, step out | |
Of the overhang, that' s all | |
It had a nice a ring to it | |
When the ol' opry house rang | |
So with a solemn auld lang | |
Signed, sealed, delivered, I sang | |
And there is hesitation | |
And it always remains | |
Concerning you, me, | |
And the rest of the gang | |
And in our quiet hour | |
I feel I see everything | |
And am in love with the hook | |
Upon which everyone hangs | |
And I know you meant to show the extent | |
To which you gave a goddang | |
You ranged real hot and real cold but I' m sold | |
I am home on that range | |
And I do hate to fold | |
Right here at the top of my game | |
When I' ve been trying with my whole heart and soul | |
To stay right here in the right lane | |
But it can make you feel over and old | |
Lord, you know it' s a shame | |
When I only want for you to pull over and hold me | |
' Til I can' t remember my own name |
Twenty miles left to the show | |
Hello, my old country, hello | |
Stars are just beginning to appear | |
And I have never in my life before been here | |
And it' s my heart, not me, who cannot drive | |
At which conclusion you arrived | |
Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry | |
For no good reason at the Eastering sky | |
And the tilt of this strange nation | |
And the will to remain for the duration | |
Waving the flag | |
Feeling it drag | |
Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby | |
Like I' m in a fist fight with a fog, baby | |
Stepballchange and a pirouette | |
And I regret, I regret | |
How I said to you, ' honey, just open your heart' | |
When I' ve got trouble even opening a honey jar | |
And that right there is where we are... | |
And I been ' fessing double fast | |
Addressing questions nobody asked | |
I' ll get this joy off of my chest at last | |
And I will love you ' til the noise has long since passed | |
And I did not mean to shout, just drive | |
Just get us out, dead or alive | |
A road too long to mention, lord, it' s something to see! | |
Laid down by the good intentions paving company | |
All the way to the thing we' ve been playing at, darlin' | |
I can see that you' re wearing your staying hat, darlin' | |
For the time being all is well | |
Won' t you love me a spell? | |
This is blindness beyond all conceiving | |
Well, behind us the road is leaving, yeah, leaving | |
And falling back | |
Like a rope gone slack | |
Well, I saw straight away that the lay was steep | |
But I fell for you, honey, as easy as falling asleep | |
And that right there is the course I keep... | |
And no amount of talking | |
Is going to soften the fall | |
But, like after the rain, step out | |
Of the overhang, that' s all | |
It had a nice a ring to it | |
When the ol' opry house rang | |
So with a solemn auld lang | |
Signed, sealed, delivered, I sang | |
And there is hesitation | |
And it always remains | |
Concerning you, me, | |
And the rest of the gang | |
And in our quiet hour | |
I feel I see everything | |
And am in love with the hook | |
Upon which everyone hangs | |
And I know you meant to show the extent | |
To which you gave a goddang | |
You ranged real hot and real cold but I' m sold | |
I am home on that range | |
And I do hate to fold | |
Right here at the top of my game | |
When I' ve been trying with my whole heart and soul | |
To stay right here in the right lane | |
But it can make you feel over and old | |
Lord, you know it' s a shame | |
When I only want for you to pull over and hold me | |
' Til I can' t remember my own name |