Bindlestiff Songtext
If I wrote you a letter would you write it back?
Fill it up with old sayings I’d have to look up and then never get back
You’d say two things at once and still somehow mean three
The truth written between the lines that you’d never write to me
I know now that you’re leaving and that it’d always be this way
Restless men they search the earth for something that never stays
When you made it to California, did you find that the gold was all gone?
Now you’re posted up in some rust belt town and you’rе looking for a way out
There was a time thеre were more men like you
Fill it up with old sayings I’d have to look up and then never get back
You’d say two things at once and still somehow mean three
The truth written between the lines that you’d never write to me
I know now that you’re leaving and that it’d always be this way
Restless men they search the earth for something that never stays
When you made it to California, did you find that the gold was all gone?
Now you’re posted up in some rust belt town and you’rе looking for a way out
There was a time thеre were more men like you
Jumbled up and wandering men, drifters with associations only for a day or two
Lone driven man running from memory, a fallen archangel and a devil in training
Sometimes running and sometimes walking, always going somewhere but never coming
Times an interval strange and contradictory, how we keep it’s never made too much sense to me but
Five years come and five years passed, you can spend a lifetime just trying to get a year back
Maybe you loved me and maybe you didn’t
Maybe he’s out there and maybe he isn’t
Like a lone coyote lost in a sea of cars, just out of reach but never too far
And as I get older it’s like thinking of Neverland
All of the lost boys never searching for a place to land
Living a life drenched in antiquity, carry it over into the next century
And someday you’ll write me, you’ll say that you’re coming home
But I know you and I know that you’ll never show
Cause where you’ve gone men don’t come back
Well some things aren’t certain but to me that’s a fact
Lone driven man running from memory, a fallen archangel and a devil in training
Sometimes running and sometimes walking, always going somewhere but never coming
Times an interval strange and contradictory, how we keep it’s never made too much sense to me but
Five years come and five years passed, you can spend a lifetime just trying to get a year back
Maybe you loved me and maybe you didn’t
Maybe he’s out there and maybe he isn’t
Like a lone coyote lost in a sea of cars, just out of reach but never too far
And as I get older it’s like thinking of Neverland
All of the lost boys never searching for a place to land
Living a life drenched in antiquity, carry it over into the next century
And someday you’ll write me, you’ll say that you’re coming home
But I know you and I know that you’ll never show
Cause where you’ve gone men don’t come back
Well some things aren’t certain but to me that’s a fact
