Danny Callahan - Conor Oberst

Green world, lovely chloroform

Front porch in the thunderstorm

Controlled chaos, confused energy

Stop reading the weather charts

Stop counting the playing cards

There’s no system, there’s no guarantees

That the love you feel and carry inside can be passed

But you try, I know you do, you still talk to your plants

Ask, how are you getting on alone

Some wander the wilderness

Some drink cosmopolitans

Some cull science, some glean astral planes

I can’t tell where the canvas stops

Homesick as an astronaut

Just keep drifting, but still can’t explain

How the love we feel we carry inside can be passed

See a brother in the gutter, you reach out your hand

Ask, how are you getting on alone

What guage measures miracles

And whose heartbeat’s electrical

We feign sickness with our modern joy

But even Western medicine

It couldn’t save Danny Callahan

Bad bone marrow, a bald little boy

But the love he feels he carries inside can be passed

He lay still, his mother kissed him goodbye

Said, come back, where are you going to alone

Where are you going all alone?