Walrus
Damien Jurado
Watch your step
Who has your hand?
Turned the choir up
In the atmosphere again
I don't know where I was
All I knew was that I didn't belong anymore
I got to go back to the city
I got to go back to the city, now
I got to go back to the city
I got to go back to the city, now
Found my place
Near the back of a pen
Dig myself from the hiss
Of the tape again (my friend)
Where's the ceiling
Made from his hand
Has it been removed
And is now in place of the land
I got to go back to the city
I got to go back to the city, now
I got to go back to the city
I got to go back to the city, now
I got to go back
I got to go back, now