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Smoke is coming from your ears
I can see the turning of the gears
it’s a hell of a distance from your hand to your beer
if anything changes, I’m right here
it’s a hell of a distance between you and me
or just our accumulated biases
where oh where could my little dog me
overall you gave it “satisfactory”

but please don’t call it a night
the river is coursing, it’s your life
this is exactly what it looks like
I hope you hang around
you’re always welcome
You’re not imposing
But come on, make up your mind

Feeling so wholly unprepared
it wasn’t much of a distance to the 4-h fair
what holds you up, what makes you scared?
something like “I need your love like I need air”
What was that? sometimes you mumble
our days are few and so full of trouble
my feet don’t listen, they stumble
and feel the cliff begin to unmoral

but please don’t call it a night
the river is coursing, you can bet your life
this is exactly what it looks like
it’s good to know you
but if you’re gonna hang around
don’t ruin everything
But come on, make up your mind

Smoke is coming from your ears
There stands the solo cup, my dear
there stands the dog, no foxes here
there stands the news, there stands our only prayer
Did you think you could just muscle through?
skip to the end of the interview?
our days are full of shit and so few
if you feel regret before you even get out of bed
there stands that too

but please don’t call it a night
the river is coursing, it’s your life
this is exactly what it looks like
I hope you hang around
you’re always welcome
you are everything
you can take as long as you want
everything is gonna be fine