Song Description
Placid, folk/country arrangment. Relationship ends, man leaves country, falls apart.
| Song Length |
4:01 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative, Folk - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Moving |
Subject |
Lost Love, Country, Nation |
| Similar Artists |
Neil Young, The Band |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
Gotta raise up my glass to this country
Because in every XX there's a voice calling me
And if I said a word I might get myself heard
Or I might get uncomprehended
I mark every face in this hovel
And each in his turn takes his time to mark me
In this dim and this haze I've spent seven nights and days
And it hasn't worn thin.
With the fronds in the trees and the salt scent in the breeze
I can still see your face when my eyes shut
I still have my need of both drink and of weed
And my money should hold out for a week or two
Carry me on my back all the way to San Diego
Leave my body on that other side
Because the sun's getting red and there's a hole in my head
Where my love used to be
Turn out that harsh light, take my hands and hold me tight
I'll be sure to reward you
If last month I could see where at this minute I might be
What would have occured to me?