Lonely at the Top - Conor Oberst

It’s lonely at the top

Of that upside down mountain

Watch the sunrise from a window, this room

If the paramedics stop

The soul goes on without them

In a wicker basket tied to a balloon

There are no boundaries to love

The heart can’t comprehend the panorama

I took it on the chin

From some secondhand feeling

Sorrow handed down

To me it felt brand new

Tiny violins or some summer insects listening

Another season leaving us too soon

Freedom’s the opposite of love

You’ll never keep it through the paranoia

Standing on the edge

Of a million landscapes emptying

The water from the glacier fills my shoes

Laying in your bed

My dreams are sex and violence

I chase the rapist chasing after you

There is no dignity in love

Trade every scrap to get some absolution

Until then I’m walking out the door

Until then I’m running through the airport

Until then I’m waiting 'round for no one