Текст песни Car Seat Headrest - The Catastrophe (Good Luck With That, Man)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Signs point in every direction, advertising a one-night heaven
Got no clue what's driving us
Blind as hell and burning up with your love

Practice my practical math and hide in the van while I'm counting the cashbox
Beads of sweat falling one by one at a Valero station in the California sun

Denver to Salt Lake, nine-hour drive
With a breakdown in Rawlins, stuck at the diner
Keep one eye on the time zone changes
Two weeks to go and it feels like ages

"We should start a band, lose all touch with the real world"
"Good luck with that, man..."
And that was the start of a major catastrophe

Stuck in the smallest greenroom!
No way out except through the main room
An hour to kill with the shirts on our back, four dead phones, and a cigarette packet

Hear ye discouraged workers
You who hurt and don't deserve it
Time is short and life is rough
But you've still got the weekend to bury the pearls of your love

If you think you're unworthy of life
If you're tired of just playing nice
If you're looking for one light of hope
Amidst the pile of bones
Well you can come with us tonight
Maybe you can recognize it as somewhere close to home

Is it the sickness or you that's talking?
Is it the sickness or you that's talking?
Did it leave a stain on the upholstery?
Are you still breathing?
Can you hear my heart beat?
Is my love true?
Are you still afraid of me?
Is my love true?
Are you still afraid of me?
Can you make it work?
Is this kind of dumb?
Does it put the ram in the ramalamadingdong?
Is the exit soon?
Is there a problem, officer?
Is the exit soon?
Is there a problem, officer? Did I hear it wrong?
Am I stating the obvious?
Can you hear it now?
Won't you tell me what time it is?
Is the accusation from you or the sickness?
Is the accusation from you or the sickness?
Is it OPD?
Is it just your opinion?
Does it give hope to the starving millions?

I've driven through the desert of irony
Driven all around and I've seen a great many
Bones, dry bones in American towns
Bones, dry bones in American towns
Kids who don't know why they bleed
Because they couldn't meet their parents' needs
They are bones, dry bones in American towns
Bones, dry bones in American towns
Will you restore these parts to holiness?
This thick head, this broken heart, these bones...
We could be alive in the here and now
But only if you show us how
These bones, dry bones are gonna walk around
These bones, dry bones in American towns
These bones, dry bones in Cincinnati, Maple Valley, San Francisco, San Diego, Phoenix, Dallas, Kansas City...

Ran out in any direction
One more time to reach perfection
Got no clue what's driving us
Blind as hell and burning up with your love

If you think you're unworthy of life
If you're tired of just playing nice
If you're looking for one light of hope
Inside the last days of Rome
Well you can come with us tonight
Maybe you can recognize
There's still some life inside these

These bones, dry bones in American towns...
Bones, dry bones in American towns...
These bones, dry bones in American towns...
Bones, dry bones in American towns...