Waking Memory - Grant-Lee Phillips

Shippin' off to the country

Where the tales are tall

You’ll come back with a story

Or ya won’t come back at all

Tom-tom rumors are pounding

Rustling in the leaves

Nothin' you wanna spread around

Like Johnny Appleseed

Always

In my waking memory

You’re always

In my waking memory

Always

Some new plague in the making

Best not bat an eye

No sleep for the living

When you’re in a fire fight

Always

In my waking memory

Always

You’re always

In my waking memory

Always