Hour of Deepest Need Songtext
von Ezra Furman

I think it's time you brought your face
Across the railroad to my place
I can't share this whiskey with ya through the phone

And if we drink enough of it
You might just get me to admit
That I never knew quite how to be alone

We can sit on my back steps
And intertwine our fingertips
While you talk about the nice things that you once had

If the turntable still starts
You can teach me how to waltz
And I'll teach ya how to feel really, really bad


Sometimes the wound hurts powerful and deep
But sometimes you just got to let that sucker bleed
When the sun drags in the day
You'll be a thousand miles away
In the hour of my deepest need

Well they pile up around you
Good and evil things you do
And the piles grow up higher with every breath

When you're down between two mountains
And you're 28 and counting
Past the valley of the shadow... Death

We can watch the silver moon
And I'll fall asleep too soon
While the porch light draws the horse flies to their fate

Yeah, sometimes your company
Is just the thing to comfort me
But other times all I can do is just sit and wait


Sometimes the wound hurts powerful and deep
But sometimes you just got to let that sucker bleed
When the sun drags in the day
You'll be a thousand miles away
In the hour of my deepest need