Zigzagging Toward The Light-Conor Oberst
I'm blessed with a heart that doesn't stop
My mind's a weather vane, it spins around just like a top
Knows what the winds of fortunes bring in the season of the witch
Home is a perjury, a parlor trick, an urban myth
Oh, how the circumstances change
This world is smoke, and steel, and compromise, and meter maids
I'm going to leave here before too long
Zigzagging towards the light
I'm off to sing my bounder's song
True love, it hides like city stars
Nothing to gaze upon or contemplate how near or far
If it comes, it comes quite unannounced
A momentary glance
Lit up by sun or moon, by bonfire or ambulance
Then how the circumstances change
Feels unmistakable with no idea from where it came
But you will know it when it's gone
Zigzagging through the night
Half dead you sing your bounder's song
Half dead you sing your bounder's song
Half dead you sing
Half dead you sing
". . . Save for the bounder
Whose word is never kept
A vendor flowers
To state his mind
And bloom when he forgets . . ."
It's true that shadows tell the time
On sunny afternoons, on crowded sidewalks, passers-by
I'm in a cube that stretches out far as the eye can see
It forms a figure eight and goes on for eternity
Oh, how the circumstances change
I fly by interstate across a purple mountain range
I find a place to come undone
Zigzagging towards you now
I sing out loud my bounder's song
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