Untitled, Indiana
Take a little of the food that you left for me And there’s a couple of beers in the fridge (I’d) die a pauper if I owed you for every time you let me crash here Never like it was out of bounds Out past the canal’s edge, at the edge of Never. Like it was out of town Like wind from the north And him cutting through it He joined me by the frozen lake His eyes tearing up as he approaches Eyes were tearing at the thought Of tearing it down And starting again from naught Take a little of the food that you left for me And there’s a couple of beers in the fridge (And) die a pauper if I owed you for every time you let me crash here Rainy channel Saturday (When) Friday night ends and a.m. beckons Old Glory light is on the way So pull it around We'll take in the view there He sees me as I join the stars Head back in a spreading pool of red and All of this he’d seen before Like wind from the north And him cutting through back home Take a little of the fear that they taught us and we’ll Try not to pass it on I’d die a pauper if I owed you for every time you let me cry here Take a little of the food that you left for me And there’s a couple of beers in the fridge I’d die a pauper if I owed you for every time you let me crash here
Guitars: Mike Sankowski, Rick Karr
Vocals: Rick Karr
Keyboards: Steve Zimmers
Bass: Stephen F. Wolf
Drums and Cymbals: Ron Pyke
Arrangement: Mike Sankowski, Rick Karr, Steve Zimmers, Stephen F. Wolf, Ron Pyke
Music: Rick Karr
Lyrics: Rick Karr
Tracking: Rick Karr
Mixing: Rick Karr, Steve Zimmers
