Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire - Way Out West lyrics

Elder green is dead and gone Lost his way going to town And I dont know who he is, what he's done But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue Yeah, and it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue Now if I was in an old hotel That happened to be on fire Well, maybe Id jump or maybe Id reconsider Yeah, maybe Id just climb a little higher Like an oily rag in a dusty corner Like a box of matches near an open flame Id jump 18 storeys from a burning tower Oh, sooner than Id face this world of shame Yeah, Id skip this town and jump a westbound train And you take these fingerling's from my fingers Spoken with your breath With white washed eyes and flies that linger Seems rather forlorn and bereft I said where you going with that sack on your shoulder Willie As if I couldn't have guessed And he says, he's gonna get the hell out of slag valley And he's gonna take a little stroll way out west Yeah, he's gonna take a little stroll way out west If I was in an old hotel That happened to be on fire Well, maybe Id jump or maybe Id reconsider Then Id just climb little higher Like an oily rag in a dusty corner Like a box of matches near an open flame Id get so far away from that old matchbox hotel Id skip this town and jump a westbound train Oh man, anything to get away from this ol' shame And I'd take these fingerlings from my fingers Spoken with your breath White washed eyes and flies that linger Seems rather forlorn and bereft And I said, where you going with that sack on your shoulder, Willie As if I couldn't have guessed He says, I'm gonna get the hell out of slag valley And I'm gonna take a little stroll way out west Yeah, I wanna take a little stroll way out west