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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
