Old Folks from Old Faithful by The Bird Calls

Well the old folks were talking
About a bridge in the city
That the young folks were trying to tear down
Well it means nothing to them
Just a view from the window
While we were driving them around

The bowie knife and the wrench
The apple and the plumb
Everything reborn dies again
When the good work’s done
And I imagined you leaving so many times
There’s no end to the way I’ve left you

At least help me get my bags in the car
The driver’s waiting and the sky’s already blue
Pale as a hospital bed sheet
Featherlight, falling all around you

And we’ll remember this place
No matter where we wind up
The tree of life and the chase
The signal and the signup
And when you ask me what I’m gonna do with the rest of my day
Everything I can think of sounds like a lie

• Acoustic
• Folk
• New York