swept through a hundred thundered evenings
i know i've been the ghost in your home for too long and i'm leaving
you ask me if we lost it
and i say we've got nothing to lose
10 cent records in my pocket i don't know if they're singing your blues
they're always singing your blues
but you still wake up a rebel every five years
slept through your fleeting feather dreamboat
dancing holes into the floors that we don't walk on anymore cause we float
you ask me if we lost it
and i say we've got nothing to lose
a pair of cardinals sitting on a guardrail
i don't know if they're singing your blues
they're always singing your blues
but you still wake up a rebel every five years
waking up a rebel every five years