Music and lyrics by Damon Waitkus

Lyrics

Big bus rattling on to Providence.
I’ve been laughing at my feet more often,
I’ve been laughing at my feet.
They’re like frogs.

Here’s the booze.
Where are the red ideals?
They grew old like the kids on that talk show
that were raisins at 17,
married to their rare disease.
“I take him to a topless bar.
We have a couple drinks,” the father says,
“Life is short.”

New York, New York:
I haven’t felt so heavy since the mail rooms
and the cubicles
and the sunless days.
I might as well be paid by the hour.
Well, I know that I can hang my shoes
in any shitty city rotting on the branch in New England.
Oh, New England…
But it’s hard to find booze on a Sunday.

Big bus rattling on to Providence.

Personnel

Victor Reynolds – lead vocals
Damon Waitkus – hammer dulcimer, acoustic and baritone electric guitar, piano, backing vocals, percussion
Jason Hoopes – bass
Jordan Glenn – drums, percussion