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 bandeau of flowers

To stave 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 queue 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