The Northern Lights over Atlanta, Michigan

When the cold stars
Work overtime to impress you
And the Northern Lights rise up from the coral
And your bed is on your back

When the cold stars
Work overtime to impress you
And the Northern Lights get into your marrow
And pull your jawbone slack

You're drunk, you're limp, you cross the 45th
Wagons once crossed where now you take a piss
The light shines down on downstate boys
Downtrodden-like at God's front door
Oh, whoa



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Monger
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