The Sky Behind the Flag
The only girl I ever fell in love with
Taught me how to drink as if it needed
To be taught
I'd always give that girl another shot
We danced ourselves through difficult times
A sheet of noise to wash away our grievance
And when I left
I told her I'm a sky behind a flag
She said I was the guy at a gas station
Who would offer to give to you comfort
When there is none
The language spoken in a service station
Oh oh oh men don't need a miracle
Oh oh they need to lose control
Oh oh we only need to lose control
The drive goes on as our conversation
Turns to something something on the radio
Then to the drone
The engine is our anniversary song
And I think, as I look over: lucky you.
Lucky me and lucky, lucky you.
We will be
Together in our strangeness and our safety
Oh how do you like me now?
Golden calf to golden cow
Oh Owen why must you always be
First to wake and first to fight
First to wound and first to fly
Oh don't need a miracle
Oh Owen why must you always be
First to wake and first to fight
First to wound and first to fly
Oh I gotta lose control
Why can't I lose control?
First to wake and first to fight
First to wound and first to fly
Oh oh oh oh