Let the Idiot Speak - Old 97's

There was a half a harvest moon up on the hillside

Our love is made almost entirely of downside

Who would have thought it could feel so much better then?

Now there’s a half a million things I wanna tell you

They tap the phone line and the speaker at the drive thru

Who would have thought it could feel so much different then?

Downtown, so weak

Let the idiot speak

Let the idiot speak

Let the idiot speak

Now there’s estrangement and awkward feelings

I’m bouncing off the wall, I’m talking to the ceilings

Who would have thought it could feel so bad sometimes?

Now there’s a half a million reasons we can argue

You’re right in front of me now and there’s no one to talk to

Who would have thought it could feel so bad sometimes?

Downtown, so weak

Let the idiot speak

Let the idiot speak

Let the idiot speak

Let the idiot speak

Let the idiot speak

Let the idiot speak

Downtown, so weak

Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak)

Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak)

Let the idiot speak

Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak)

Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak)

Let the idiot speak

Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak)

Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak)

Let the idiot