waiting for the confirmation that you're not half dead
was a challenge that i couldn't meet so I left to rest my head
in a torrent of fitting weather I stumbled to my car
and the rain it looked like smoke as it crashed down on the tar
and I thought to myself out loud
you just wanted to make us proud
the parking lot was unattended there's a note left in the booth
it says this place is filled with death and my tie feels like a loose
I was simultaneously sympathetic and upset
sometimes life gets too heavy and you have to clear your head
so i got inside my truck, and drove it up around and down
till i was spit into the boiling street, the rain felt like a crown
and I thought to myself out loud
I just wanted to make you proud
on the highway I was shaking from the wind and from the rain
and I wondered how to tell the boss I can't come in again
when reality itself was torn asunder from the sky
and from the big gaping hole descended a big ball of light
and i bet if you were with me you would learn you want to live
and all the day to day problems melt away as the car skids
and in the morning you'd wake up ready to take on the day
and I'd finally have the courage to say I'm sorry I cant stay
and I thought to myself out loud
I really want to make you proud
Sharp, smart lyrics set to ’60s rock melodies, the latest from Daily Worker is the sound of yesterday with a contemporary edge. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 6, 2023