Conor Garrison - Land of the Lost in Thought

Throw the whole match
Down the hatch
Raincoat your way through my city
Dusty pink stucco
Disappointing shuffle
Walk past the ducks missing Florida
Bandana'd and tired
Cylinders all fired
A heart to heart had in a landfill
We're grandfathered in
Dizzy spell spins
Glory days darken the starlight
As I decant on the patio
With you at my side
A place to dwell though not quite home
In warm winter light
We're winging it
Well…
We're winging it
Well…
We're winging it
Well…
We're winging it
Burned through reserves
Following the herds
Felt so alive for a second
Hoodwink the past
With lazy comebacks
Land of the lost in thought
Chandelier swung
Antennae's sung
Tunes that the suits pre-approved of
In for the night
Dreamy Zeitgeist
Talking an ear and a leg off
As I decant on the patio
With you at my side
A place to dwell though not quite home
In warm winter light
We're winging it
Well…
We're winging it
Well…
We're winging it
Well…
We're winging it
We're winging it
Well…
We're winging it
Well…
We're winging it
Well…
We're winging it

Written by:
Conor Garrison

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