Biographer from Alright by Terrible

Silver trees
Or is that snow perched upon the leaves?
Desert air
And I can't recall how I got here
Florida bridge
Where the ghosts do sleep I also make my bed
Headlight fog
Has dawn arrived already or has this slumber left me lost?

My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
No more questions in his skull
As far as I could see he lost the words to tell

Moonlit sky
On Coney Island all alone at night
Dip my toe in the beach
Hopin' that the cops don't smell my weed
Smoke and lies
Well time is slow, but she's on my side
Long ol' ride
Whether you're on the road or locked up deep inside

My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
No more questions in his skull
As far as I could see he lost the words to tell

These dreams at night got me screamin'
At everyone I love
I'm hopin' and I'm eager
With my teeth all tangled up
I don't mind what they're saying but I
Just can't go on livin' this a-way

My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
Lonely waves on a rainy coast
I can tell you how it feels to be a livin' ghost

The jailhouse pit
They took my money my guitar and my cigarettes
I lost the bet
But it don't matter no more I don't owe no rent
Say goodnight
And maybe you'll see me in the morning light
If I'm out by then
From Atlantic to Pacific I warn you all things end

My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
No one has to know my name
I can come and go and leave all the same

My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began

• Rock
• american
• basement
• garage
• rock and roll
• roots
• Grand Rapids