Straight to the Ground Songtext
von Grant‐Lee Phillips

No one′s short for conversation here
You needn't pry, they′re bound to volunteer
Some days I feel I'm on some party line
It doesn't make a lot of sense sometimes

On about it, ever they have eyes
Someone at the Legion Hall last night
Caught up in some endless guessing game
Wondering if that someone feels the same

Swear I′d like to burn this place straight to the ground
Everything here just rеminds me that I′m missing out
I'd love to set a firе to all of it
It ain′t worth a matchstick to me now

Trains don't even stop here anymore
And if they did, I wouldn′t know what for
What I'd give to buy a ticket out
I′d be gone before you heard the door


Swear I'd like to burn this place straight to the ground
Everything, it just reminds me that I'm missing out
Missing out on more than I can say
Someday I′d like to set it all aflame

I had a dream that I was walking on the beach
In the white foam of the sea
I felt the sands down underneath me start to shift
And the waves crash over me, oh

Out West, they sleep under the moon
Have their breakfast brought out by the pool
You never ring them ′til the afternoon
It's how they do in Hollywood

Swear I′d like to burn this place straight to the ground
Everything, it just reminds me that I'm missing out
I′d love to set a fire to all of it
It ain't worth a matchstick to me now

Swear I′d like to burn this place straight to the ground
Everything, it just reminds me that I'm missing out
I'd love to set a fire to all of it
Someday I′d like to burn it to the ground


Someday I′d like to burn it to the ground
Straight to the ground
Straight to the ground
Straight to the ground