35mm (Henry Thoreau)

I remember Caribou coffee Sunday mornings
I forget the dollar signs, but I know I was cheap
I spent the day as bitter as the drinks that they were pouring
There a brewing mind was left to steep

I remember breaking in between the fiction bookshelves
The crippling realization that I did it to myself
If it helped, I'd crack open the page to kraken or the elves
So that my own stories just got dusty on the shelf

See the way these things go, it's about who you know
Come on down to the show, meet me in the front row
We'll bask in the glow of a cheap radio, and
I'll recite the best quotes of Henry Thoreau

Above and below us, the heavens unfold
What is the meaning of the story you told?
When everything sacred, was everything sold?
Letting go was the only hand I had to hold

When does a flicker of a flame start a fire?
I'm still burning out here, full of desire
I'll break through rusty radio barbed wire
A bridge to the stars 'cause I wanna go higher

See the way these things go, it's about who you know
Come on down to the show, meet me in the front row
We'll bask in the glow of a cheap radio
And I'll recite the best quotes of Henry Thoreau

I've been keeping up and kicking off the rust and I can't forget
How it feels to trust, but I'm not sure that I'm ready yet
To be another product of the tape cassette collector's debt
The echo chamber exodus could free me from potential threat

In the aftermath, I'm left to reckon with your quick release
I've been at the counter for an antidote for my disease
I found a note you wrote ten years ago that made my body freeze
Stayed up all night singing this song and heard your harmonies

See the way this thing went was about what I spent
On everything else, but time with a friend
I really know how to box myself in
Break down my walls, or at least make a dent

You see the way these things go, it's about who you know
Come on down to the show, meet me in the front row
We'll bask in the glow of a cheap radio
And I'll recite the best quote of Henry Thoreau



Credits
Writer(s): Jess Cantley, Robert Palma
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