The Avett Brothers - Geraldine lyrics

I come from a place where every name And every face seem so familiar In came Miss Progress in her black dress Look at the mess, she is a k**er Much like you and I In every case that's made There has to be a traitor It's me this time And I'm trading fun for right Will I regret the notion later? Geraldine's a name that comes to mind When I go back to reminiscing Abilene's a woman for my childhood I spent the evenings kissing I'm a fool for dreaming her alive And loving something cold and rocky The h*mophobic gentlemen built barricades But their efforts couldn't stop me In came Miss Progress in her black dress Look at the mess, she is a k**er