The summer's barely shown it's bite, still the whidbey flats are cracking clay
We'll be halfway through the night before the tide rolls back to useless bay
Like a well-tuned acrobatic stunt, the osprey flaunt their diving dance
The clouds conspire on the western front
And the twilight moon doesn't stand a chance
You gotta want it. you gotta want it.
Before you lend it, before you spend it, before you breathe it, before you leave it
You gotta want it.
Tubes glow from an old rca, no doubt rescued from a dusty attic
It whistles and it hums more than it plays, but for me there's comfort in the static
It's chewing up "blue moon," the marcels, the beach waits on a delinquent sea
The hollow roman candle shells, last night's drunken nod to liberty
You gotta want it. you gotta want it.
Before you take it, before you break it, before you drink it, before you think it
You gotta…
Once, twice, three. paper beats rock. she loves me, she loves me not.
All god's children cast their fate to the wind.
Let it go it'll all work out, faith is the handsome brother of doubt
At least the one they will talk about in the end
Of all the turns i could have taken how i landed here tonight
Is just something that i will never know. so instead i turn my head up 'cause
I read that the nearest light left it's star eight years ago. here on useless bay,
Named because no ship could ever reach the shore, we poke the embers,
We spark the moors, we toast the good life from our 2x4s.
You gotta want it. you gotta want it.
Before you chase it, before you face it, before you taste it, before you waste it
Before you meet it, before you treat it, before you bleed it, before you need it
Before you show it, before you grow it, before you blow it, before you know it
You gotta want it.
Summer's barely shown it's bite.
We'll be halfway through the night
Before the tide rolls back to useless bay
Shawn pelton…drums
Marty ballou…upright ba**
Duke levine…guitar
Kenny white…piano, B3
Amy helm, catherine russell…background vocals