Walrus - Damien Jurado

Watch your step

Who has your hand?

Turned the choir up

In the atmosphere again

I don’t know where I was

All I knew was that I didn’t belong anymore

I got to go back to the city

I got to go back to the city, now

I got to go back to the city

I got to go back to the city, now

Found my place

Near the back of a pen

Dig myself from the hiss

Of the tape again (my friend)

Where’s the ceiling

Made from his hand

Has it been removed

And is now in place of the land

I got to go back to the city

I got to go back to the city, now

I got to go back to the city

I got to go back to the city, now

I got to go back

I got to go back, now