Music and lyrics by Damon Waitkus

Lyrics

Another sunny day.
Another phrase without a verb
is sticking in my craw
as I sit cold-assed on the curb,
praying to my coffee,
reading through an article on my phone
to give my mind something to chew through
before it hits bone

when I’m tapping on the keys,
shooting the breeze,
eager to please,
putting the customer at ease.
I may be in it for the bread
but on a good day, I am fed,
if I can only find a thread
of the novel in my head.

Half an hour for lunch.
This sticky sidewalk makes me gag.
I crash into a lady toting a dying fish
in a purple plastic bag.
What was I thinking?
What was I so sure I had to say?
I have an empty notebook
and break is over anyway.

And then I’m slopping the hogs,
fending off the dogs,
mopping up the bogs,
clearing the clogs.
I can no longer play a role:
I’ve got no buffer for my soul.
I just stand around and scroll
into an apocalyptic hole.

Personnel

Damon Waitkus – acoustic guitar, bass, percussion, backing vocals
Victor Reynolds – lead vocals, harmonica, electric guitar, bouzouki, recorder
Emily Packard – violin
Brad Mehlenbacher – drums