Good Intentions Paving Company - Joanna Newsom

Twenty miles left to the show

Hello my old country hello

Stars are just beginning to appear

And I have never in my life

Before been here

And it's my heart not me

Who cannot drive

At which conclusion you arrived

Watching me sit here bolt upright

And cry for no good reason

At the eastering sky

And the tilt of this strange nation

And the will to remain for the duration

Waving the flag

Feeling it drag

Like a bump on a bump on a log baby

Like I'm in a fistfight with the fog baby

Step ball change and a pirouette

And I regret

How I gret

How I said to you honey just open your heart

When I've got trouble

Even opening a honey jar

And that right there is where we are

I've been fessing double fast

Addressing questions nobody asked

I'll get this joy off of my chest at last

And I will love you

Till the noise has long since passed

And I did not mean to shout Just drive

Just get us out dead or alive

The road's too long to mention

Lord it's something to see

Laid down by the

Good intentions paving company

All the way to the thing

We've been playing at darling

I can see that you're wearing

Your staying hat darling

For the time being all is well

Won't you love me a spell

This is blindness beyond all conceiving

While behind us the road is leaving

And leaving and falling back

Like a rope gone slack

Well I saw straightaway

That the lay was steep

But I feel for you honey

Easy as falling asleep

And that right there

Is the course I keep

And no amount of talking

Is going to soften the fall

But like after the rain

Step out of the overhang that's all

It had a nice ring to it

When the old opry house rang

So with a solemn auld lang

Syne sealed delivered

I sang

And there is hesitation

And it always remains

Concerning you me

And the rest of the gang

And in our quiet hour

I feel I see everything

And am in love

With the hook

Upon which everyone hangs

And I know you meant

To show the extent

To which you gave a goddang

You ranged real hot and real cold

But I'm sold

I am at home on that range

And I do hate to fold

Right here at the top of my game

When I've been trying

With my whole heart and soul

To stay right here in the right lane

But it can make you feel over and old

Lord you know it's a shame

When I only want for you to pull over

And hold me

Till I can't remember my own name