Eight tiny lines of cocaine
Left on a copy machine
In an empty corner of a dream
My sleep could not complete

There are sirens in the birds
And you and I are too far apart
And my eyes need a shave
What else can go wrong?

Now that I'm not longed for
Wild life seems wrong
Won't care
Won't stare
You've got family out there

The silver black boot
That cracked my front tooth
Is a new kind of truth
I'm getting used to

Come back lonely
How sad if only
I don't believe you don't care
You've got family out there

Where the power lines are down
Whipping sparks around
Like angels touching down
I see you there

How sad
If only
Don't believe you don't care
You've got family out there
You've got family out there

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Writer(s): Jeff Tweedy