Альбом Wilco

I need a camera
To my eye
To my eye, reminding
Which lies have I been hiding
Which echoes belong

I'm counting out
The days in Central Park
With gravel in my heart
With echoes in my palm

Phone my family
Tell 'em I'm lost on the sidewalk
And no it's not okay

I smashed a camera
I wanna know why
To my eyes, reminding
Which lies have I been hiding
Which echoes belong

I'm counting on
The days to see how far
I've driven in the dark
With gravel in my heart

Phone my family
Tell 'em I'm lost on the sidewalk
And no it's not okay

I'm counting on
Those days in Central Park
With echoes in my heart
With gravel in my palm

Phone my family
Tell 'em I'm lost on the sidewalk
And no it's not okay

No it's not okay

I was chewin' gum for something to do
The blinds were being pulled down on the dew
Inside, out of love, what a laugh
I was looking for you

Saxophones started blowing me down
I was buried in sound
Taxicabs were driving me around
To the handshake drugs I bought downtown
The handshake drugs I bought downtown

Livin' poorly, I felt like a clown
I looked like someone I used to know
Was feelin' alright
And if I ever was myself
I wasn't that night

It's okay for you to say
What you want from me
I believe that's the only
Way for me to be, exactly
What you want me to be

Oh it's okay for you to say
What you want from me
I believe that's the only
Way for me
To be
Exactly what you want me to be

Oh I was chewin' gum for something to do
The blinds were being pulled down on the dew
Inside, out of love, what a laugh
I was looking for you

Oh the saxophones started blowin' me down
I was buried in sound
The taxicabs were driving me around
To the handshake drugs I bought downtown
To the handshake drugs I bought downtown

Felt like a clown
They were translating poorly
I looked like someone
I used to know
And if I ever was myself,
I wasn't that night

Oh it's okay for you to say
What you want from me
I believe that's the only
Way for me to be
Exactly what you want me to be

Exactly what do you want me to be?

I'm not a poet
And I know it
There is no deep secret
Tossing inside me

I have no timing
I can't form my feelings
Sometimes I rhyme
Sometimes I don't

So go ahead, take a look at my kitchen
Take a look at the woodgrain there
What's it for? That hardwood floor
Is where I'm walkin' and thinkin'

Walkin' and thinkin'

There's a magazine called Sunset
And a tape machine that won't let
Me ever forget this impossible longing for you

Let's take a map across your pillow
And breathe the sky in through your window
I'll stay in the riddle and watch your books cave in

Oh maybe you're my inspiration
Just lead me to some new sensation
I'll make a little guide they can call our own

Cause there's a magazine called Sunset
And a tape machine that won't let
Me ever forget this impossible longing for you

Oh I'm a future fallout standing
In the present erase our phantom
There's a magazine
There's a magazine
Oh there's a magazine, oh yeah

Oh I'm a future fallout standing
In the present erase our phantom

Oh there's a magazine
And a tape machine
Oh that's everything

Oh there's a magazine
And a tape machine
Oh that's everything

You'll be happier when I'm gone
Much too busy to worry
I'll be sad and you'll feel bad
But I know you won't be sorry

And as I turn to go
Please don't wave goodbye
I refuse to cry
On roads that are paved
With men who behave
Like they know where they're goin'

And I'll stop along the way
And it's then I'll think of you
And I'll wonder if you knew
When I got blue

And things got weird
And I started growing

I see you in the morning
Wearing only one shoe

I say, I see you've lost something
What're you gonna do?

You say but no, I found one
There's another out there for you

I see us all as customers
Holding no purchase so far

Collapsing galaxies
Feathered with falling stars

I see us all as something
But nothing like we truly are

Why don't you come to me now
More like you are

I know we should be grateful
Everything is falling apart

Everything is breaking
And it lifts my heart

To see you as an angel
As some ghostly work of art

Why don't you come to me now