Take You Home - Spose, Grieves

Everybody won’t you please buckle up

As I step behind the wheel

Gonna take you to a small little town

In the dark where it’s really real

It might look so nice in pictures

But I swear that you don’t know

That underneath the surface all the scary things are lurking

Come on baby let me take you home

As we take a left turn onto roads that’s dirt

We see a raccoon scurry and the crows disperse

And up here on the left, my ex-Barber

Jeff shot his wife to death

Then he turned the gun and killed himself next

And up here on the right

That’s the tree where my sister’s friend Christine

Hit the shit and died when she was 15

Never got drunk or went to precalc

Memorialized in car decals

And on the left if you look into the window ‘hind those evergreens

You’ll see a 23 year old having sex with a girl who is 17

And if we park right here, an owl’s eating a mouse

We see Sandra silhouetted, soundless, leaving her house

To go and cheat on her spouse

Saw my region looking scenic in that picture you took

But you could always find the dirt if you know where to look

Get in the car

Everybody won’t you please buckle up

As I step behind the wheel

Gonna take you to a small little town

In the dark where it’s really real

It might look so nice in pictures

But I swear that you don’t know

That underneath the surface all the scary things are lurking

Come on baby let me take you home

As we continue the voyage into southern Wells

That’s the barn where my homie’s sister hung herself

We never talked about it when we’re there for dinner

Even though the walls still got all her school pictures

Oh that restaurant over there, that’s a tourist trap

Where my buddy Jack’s dad snapped like a quarterback

It was Friday evening, man it must have been insane

He tried to run over Jack’s stepdad at the custody exchange

Meanwhile, in the kitchen of the restaurant

The cook feel blurry, it’s plural Estefan’s

Grinding the teeth in his tattoo’d face

Did coke off the toilet in his bathroom break

And up here on the right, one night was snowy white like cool whip

I came across this chick I went to school with walking by herself

I said, «Online, it looking like you were living the dream»

She wiped a tear, said, «Things aren’t always what they seem»

Everybody won’t you please buckle up

As I step behind the wheel

Gonna take you to a small little town

In the dark where it’s really real

It might look so nice in pictures

But I swear that you don’t know

That underneath the surface all the scary things are lurking

Come on baby let me take you home

My blinker signal like a vigil in the darkest of night

Venus and Mars, stars all sparkling bright

Take a look at that apartment there on your right

That’s where my friend Kate lived the hardest of lifes

She was pretty, eighth grade had the carnal delights

She had a baby, born disabled, but this part isn’t right

Kate loved her as a mother, but she was 8 when she died

Now even when she’s full, Kate feels empty inside

But suffering is nothing new, you can’t be that surprised

'Cause there were 40 thousand in the Abenaki tribe

By 1758, we killed ‘em all off

All these little kid bodies hauled off with smallpox

These roads paved on their graves, waves crash like accidents

Killed them all then named our yearbook after ‘em

You might not see it when you’re staying in Maine

But it gets real when you peel away the layers of paint

Everybody won’t you please buckle up

As I step behind the wheel

Gonna take you to a small little town

In the dark where it’s really real

It might look so nice in pictures

But I swear that you don’t know

That underneath the surface all the scary things are lurking

Come on baby let me take you home

Take you home

Let me take you home, yeah

Getting dark outside, yeah

It’s getting dark outside, uh

It’s getting dark outside, yeah

Baby run and hide

It’s getting dark outside

Let me take you home, yeah

It’s getting dark outside

Baby go run and hide

It’s getting dark outside, yeah

You know it

Fuck off