Damien Jurado - TAQOMA lyrics

Flown out from the window Flown out from the green A match to any ceiling Voices from the flame In the long run In the long run So long at pretending I was once your boy Ships out on the landing Faces you'll avoid In the long run In the long run In the long run In the long run Everybody want to be some somebody Don't you want somebody for your own? Everybody want to be some somebody Don't you want somebody for your own? Down to the road Clover and gold It's your own hand to hold Staring me down Swallowing sound It's your own hand to hold Everybody want to be some somebody Don't you want somebody for your own? Down to the road Clover and gold It's your own hand to hold Staring me down Swallowing sound It's your own hand to hold