Contributors
- ISRC:USEP41121001
- Recorded:2011 The Garfield House - South Pasadena, CA
- ©2011 Anti, Inc.
- Acoustic Guitar, Vocals:Joe Henry
- Piano:Keefus Ciancia
- Upright Bass:David Piltch
- Drums:Jay Bellerose
They’re showing a movie on the side of the bank
Oh, I’m in love with all creation
And the warmth of the hood of the car in the dark
Oh, I feel I’m an angel in waiting—
Where time is alive in the dark of your face,
In the battles we’ve won, lost or misplaced,
In the promise of heaven and the hold of its gates,
Oh, I can just see it now—
But tell me how, my love, will we escape?
Oh how, my love, will we escape?
I’ve been asked now to speak a few words to the crowd
Oh, I could be sick any moment,
There’s a crack in the porcelain cup of the sky
I broke it and wish I could own it—
And all that leaks through where we’ve driven the nail
To hang here suspended so human and frail,
From atop of this jerry-rigged circus in jail
That’s folding the tent on us now—
So tell me how, my love, will we escape?
Oh, how, my love, will we escape?
I deserve a much nicer hotel room than this
With parking nearer the riot,
I can look to no man to make me more than I am
Though, honey, you might want to try it…
Oh, farewell to arms and to all we might be,
Farwell to this endless confused reverie,
Somewhere there’s a heaven for you and for me
But oh, won’t you please tell me now—
Just how, my love, will we escape?
Oh how, my love, will we escape?