Working Titles Songtext
von Damien Jurado

You could mess up my life in a poem
Have me divorced by the time of the chorus
There′s no need to change any sentence
When you always decide where I go next

Many nights, you would hide from the audience
When they were not in tune with your progress
In the end, you're a fool like the journalist
Who turns what she′s seeing into business

You could use to be more like a hero
A darker shade of damaged distortion
Wearing death like a cape or a costume
Cut your ties and leave town when you want to

Killing time 'til I pass through the chamber
Of the room you keep my replacement
So fed up, still, you're starving on paper
You′re no him but he′s you, only better


Leave me an exit to damage
I could use a ledge to jump off of
I wasn't lying when I said this was over
I have questions that lead to more questions

Running time that will cut off my fingers
You wrote about me on every new record
And I′ll show up in the title of your song
I only hope somebody requests it

What's it like for you in Washington?
I′ve only seen photos of Washington
I'll never know

Leave me Manhattan, I want the evergreens
Write me a song I can sing in my sleep
As sure as the rain that will fall where you stand
I want you and the skyline, these are my demands

What′s it like for you in Washington?
I've only seen photos of Washington
I'll never know, no