And do right by them, work a little in your dreams
Don't let time rob you, hold onto your memories
In the glass houses, in the pages of the Rolling Stone
I get a sick feeling, like I'm rocking in a little boat
Hear the big church bell, it's ringing like a mobile phone
Such a long Sunday drive, and I'm taking it all alone
In the last hard drive in the satellites that kick and spin
You'll find that old footage so everything can live again
Pretty pink roses, the ostrich and the elephant
It's the next Noah's ark, everything's got to fit
In the creased pages of a letter I've been trying to send
To a young widow who is desperate for some kind of friend
You'll find a long list of eligible, handsome men
Who want to lay with her, upon the table of the elements
They're going to hold strong to a reason
And cut a new key to the kingdom
And if anybody asks them, say they're going to belong
And if anybody asks them, say that it won't take long now
And if anybody asks them, say they're going to get this done
And if anybody asks them, say they've got a reason
Conor Oberst & The Mystic Valley Band I "I Got The Reason #2" I Outer South
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