Lost Creek - Bad Books, Manchester Orchestra, Kevin Devine

I felt like somebody somewhere could see

My dad and Russell running through the woods of lost creek

Oh it’s a shame Jessica never got clean

You know the last time I saw her was honestly awful for me

Lately on Sundays he started to sleep

Trading in on your fathers theology

I know you loved him but not equally

To your big tent revival ministry

That never really turned out to be worth much of anything

You’re gonna die with that ego, you never fly, he never sleeps

A vacated board room with wine on the whitest teeth

The guiltiest movements that ponder if secrets can keep

You say you love me but if you could see

That the payday that comes when you touch me

Never really turns out to be worth much of anything

The problem will resurface eventually

I felt like somebody somewhere could see

My dad and Russell playing with my cousin and me

Do you know how to get back to Lost Creek?

To that house in the forest where laughter came innocently

Back when no problems surfaced and we learned eventually