The Story So Far - Live

You always had what you wanted
So leave it behind
And if the glass isn't broken
Then the future's not blind

All that you know
Means nothing to you
But it's the loss of control
That shatters the truth

'Cause the story so far is already here
We've made it this far through the daggered-edge spears
Though life cuts to pieces 'til the wounds hold no secrets
Makes it all who you are

Love craves self-destruction
It's a blizzard in hand
You lay your cards on the table
But you're not in command

So burn with the fire
You so eagerly lit
Watch the flames flicker higher
Say I don't care about me

'Cause the story so far is already here
We've made it this far through the daggered-edge spears
No life cuts to pieces 'til these wounds hold no secrets
Makes it all who you are

Makes it all who you are
Makes it all who you are
Makes it all who you are

Though it's bitter, the pill
That you swallow to feel
I don't care what I lost
I just thank God I'm alive

Makes it all who you are
People of Los Angeles
We really want to hear you sing with us
Everybody
Makes it all who you are
Everybody
Makes it all who you are
That's the story so far
Thank you all
There's a lot of saints losing their halos out there tonight
Anyway, Los Angeles
The place where we all meet, do some favor
Many years ago there came Molly Malone's
We were very fortunate to come upon this young creature
Do some favor, from the great state of New York
Make a lot of noise to one and only, Mr. Dennis Casey

A man who didn't have to come too far tonight
From Los Angeles in California
You can tell he's from Los Angeles because he's wearing fuckin' bowling shoes
Hey-hey, his lovely daughter Bee is here tonight
So do some favor, on banjo and mandolin
Make a lot of noise for the beautiful Mr. Bob Schmitt, everybody

The man at the back, who'd put Jean Paul Gaultier to shame right now
Playin' on his new emerald green kits, have no doubt
Make a lot of noise, from Columbus, Ohio
The one and only, Mr. George Schwindt, everybody

And over here on bass guitar
His beautiful wife was meant to be here tonight 'cause it's their anniversary, yes
So do some me favor on behalf of Jess and beautiful Maxwell over here
Everybody, put your hands together and wish them a great anniversary
Mr. Nathan Maxwell on bass guitar

Another
Playing one of these squeeze bob things they call 'em
We old-school call them accordions, okay
But do us a favor, on the accordion, the beautiful from San Diego, California
The one and only, Matt Hensley, everybody

And then, once again
Playing the fiddle and tin whistle for you
Who unfortunately has to listen to my bullshit every night
Do some big favor once again, my beautiful wife
The one and only Bridget Reagan, everybody

And you all know me, of course, don't you?
Yeah, that's right
Elvis Costello could not be here tonight
Thank you