Just From Chevron - Dirty Projectors

Where she collapses into the shore

Pump a light bottle down, ask her for me

There a man lay dying in ice gasket had busted out

Pinned him like a vice

As the sun sank into repose

A friend knelt down listened to his dying words as he froze

Tell my love don’t mourn, too intense

I’m going down to her great good expense

Now the air is quiet and still

Wish I was back home on the knell of the hill

Don’t think I won’t try

When I close my eyes

Whatever the people will drive,

That’s what I will survive

All of my friends, my enemies too

Live in the shadows of the dirtiest fuel

Burns the land down the paper to ruin

While wind’s always whistling an infinite tune

Don’t think I won’t try

When I close my eyes

Whatever the people will drive,

That’s where I will be live

Don’t think I won’t try

When I close my eyes

Whatever the people will drive,

That’s where I will be live

Now so long he waits for something

Closing his eyelids with his face turning grey

When the workers cleaned up the spill

Sent the man home to his knell in the hill