Music and lyrics by Damon Waitkus

Lyrics

The streets are deserted.
The night is cold and wet.
The light turns uselessly to red,
another empty threat.
I’m bringing back your old raincoat:
I haven’t used it yet.

I don’t want any more questions—
I told you I’m decided.
Every answer you’ve ever needed from me
I’ve already provided.
You step out the door, troops in a line,
come back home at night, divided.

I was wrong,
got little else to report.
I exhausted all my options,
used up my last resort.
I tried my best, I stuck my neck out:
I fell short.

Well, there’s a vice grip on my temples.
There’s a beam in my eye.
The whole goddamn town smells like burning rubber.
There’s something whining in the sky.
I don’t care if you’ve got company—
I’m coming by.

Personnel

Damon Waitkus – lead vocals, baritone electric guitar, 22- and 17-EDO (equal-division of the octave) acoustic guitars, bass
Emily Packard – violin
Jordan Glenn – drums
Keith Waters – baritone saxophone
Ben Spees – 22-EDO electric guitar, samples