Blown Out

He woke up with his hair already greased
Lying naked, tangled in the sheets
Walk
To the window
Open wide

Gas stations passed
In the present day
In the morning light they're all blown away
Their faces
Have a restlessness that has both passed and still remains

And each step is a dagger in the ground
Everything is broken in its wake
Everything is broken, maybe that's okay yeah
Everything is broken, maybe that's okay yeah

Blown out
In the morning light
Even the trash looks alright in piles
And piles on the corners where we stood once long ago

And I can't change
Your face has been lost
In the wasteland of my mind
So smile
And remember the way
These situations would play
Yeah

And I can't change
Your face has been lost
In the wasteland of my mind
So smile
And remember the way
These situations would play