Next of Kin Songtext
von Conor Oberst

I saw a crash on the interstate
It left a feeling I could not shake
Just a name in a database
That must be notified

It′s not a phone call I want to make
A stranger answers I hesitate
Got some bad news that couldn't wait
Are you sitting down?

Her bathrobe hangs on the bedroom door
Though she′s been dead for a year or more
He buried her by the sycamore
So that he could keep her close


It broke his heart and it made him old
Tries to rebuild but it just erode
People say that's the way it goes
But he don't feel that way

You get too drunk and you can′t perform
Something dies when a star is born
I spread my anger like Agent Orange
I was indiscriminate... yeah

I met Lou Reed and Patti Smith
It didn′t make me feel different
I guess I lost all my innocence
Way too long ago

She called my bluff and she won the fight
I ran outside in the hot twilight
I had a lighter that didn't light
Though I know I shouldn′t smoke


I was gone, I was free to leave
Walking fast down The Bowery
Tears in my eyes so I couldn't see
But I made my way back home