Joanna Newsom - Good Intentions Paving Co. lyrics

Twenty miles left to the show
Hello, my old country, hello
Stars are just beginning to appear
And I have never in my life before been here

And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive
At which conclusion you arrived
Watching me sit here, bolt upright and cry
For no good reason, at theEastering sky

And the tilt of this strange nation
And the will to remain for the duration
(Waving the flag, feeling it drag)
Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby
Like I'm in a fist fight with the fog, baby
Step, ball-change, and-a pirouette
And I regret, I regret
How I said to you, "honey
Just open your heart"
When I've got trouble even
Opening a honey jar
And that, right there, is where we are

And I've been 'fessing, double-fast
Addressing questions nobody asked
I'll get this joy off of my chest at last
And I will love you 'til the
Noise has long since passed

And I did not mean to shout, just drive
Just get us out, dead or alive
A road too long to mention, Lord
It's something to see laid down by the Good
Intentions Paving Company

All the way to the thing
We've been playing at, darling
I can see that you're
Wearing your staying hat, darling
And for the time being, all is well
Won't you love me a spell?
This is blindness beyond all conceiving
While behind us
The road is leaving and leaving
And falling back like a rope gone slack
And I saw straightaway that the lay was steep
But, I fell for you, honey
Easy as falling asleep
And that, right there is the course I keep

And no amount of talking is
Going to soften the fall
But like after the rain, step
Out of the overhang, that's all
It had a nice a ring to it
When the old opry house rang
So with a solemn auld
Lang, signed, sealed, delivered, i sang
And there is hesitation and it always remains
(Concerning you, me
And the rest of the gang)
And, in our quiet hour
I feel I see everything
And am in love with the
Hook upon which everyone hangs
And I know you meant to show the extent
To which you gave a goddang
You ranged real hot and real cold
But, I'm sold i am home on that range
And I do hate to fold right here
At the top of my game
When I've been trying with my
Whole heart and soul
To stay right here in the right lane
But it can make you feel over and old
Lord, you know it's a shame
When I only want for you to
Pull over and hold me
'Til I can't remember my own name