poor places ...

do you have a song that you can throw on and listen to on repeat for what seems like hours and never grow tired of the same words, chords, and sounds? you know that song that just picks you up when you need to be lifted or wallows in the depths that you like to embrace from time to time or puts that smile on your face when youre walking and the sun is shining? ... i have a song like that, poor places by wilco

it's my father's voice trailing off
sailors sailing off in the morning
from the air-conditioned rooms
at the top of the stairs

his jaw's been broken
his bandage is wrapped too tight
his fangs have been pulled
and i really want to see you tonight

there's bourbon on the breath
of the singer you love so much
he takes all his words from the books
that you don't read anyway

his jaw's been broken
his bandage is wrapped too tight
his fangs have been pulled
and i really want to see you tonight

someone ties a bow
in my backyard to show me love
my voice is climbing walls
smoking and i want love

my jaw's been broken
my heart is wrapped in ice
my fangs have been pulled
and i really want to see you tonight

and it makes no difference to me
how they cried all over overseas
when it's hot in the poor places tonight
i'm not going outside

they cried all over overseas
and it makes no difference to me
when it's hot in the poor places tonight
i'm not going outside

it's hot in the poor places tonight
i'm not going outside
i'm not going outside
i'm not going outside