Contributors
- ISRC:USEP41416018
- Recorded:2014 The Loft - Chicago, IL
- ©2014 dBPM Records, under exclusive license to Anti, Inc.
- Vocals, Guitar:Jeff Tweedy
Behold the drift of a distant sun
Cold as my own heart
Blind at the edge of no return
Every time I dare depart
I believe the myth may illuminate
an anchor in the dry weeds
At the end of July in a fake fur coat
Hoping that your heart still needs me
I concede there’s beauty in bubblegum
I'M rolling up my sleeves
To advertise the new freedom
I accept I can’t receive
Behold the gift of the distant sun
The canyons full of loose bones
The nettles and the brambles and the jack bitch boss
Thundering down from his throne