The Sky Behind the Flag

The only girl I ever fell in love with

Taught me how to drink as if it needed

To be taught

I’d always give that girl another shot

We danced ourselves through difficult times

A sheet of noise to wash away our grievance

And when I left

I told her I’m a sky behind a flag

She said I was the guy at a gas station

Who would offer to give to you comfort

When there is none

The language spoken in a service station

Oh oh oh men don’t need a miracle

Oh oh they need to lose control

Oh oh we only need to lose control

The drive goes on as our conversation

Turns to something something on the radio

Then to the drone

The engine is our anniversary song

And I think, as I look over: lucky you.

Lucky me and lucky, lucky you.

We will be

Together in our strangeness and our safety

Oh how do you like me now?

Golden calf to golden cow

Oh Owen why must you always be

First to wake and first to fight

First to wound and first to fly

Oh don't need a miracle

Oh Owen why must you always be

First to wake and first to fight

First to wound and first to fly

Oh I gotta lose control

Why can’t I lose control?

First to wake and first to fight

First to wound and first to fly

Oh oh oh oh