Kurt Vile - Wheelhouse lyrics

Sometimes I talk too much but
I gotta get it out
But, I don’t wanna talk, I only wanna listen
My baby talks soft
My ears are always ringing now
Humming a sad song when I’m alone
But, you gotta be alone to
Figure things out sometimes be alone
When even in a crowd of friends and not so
Sometimes of whom you just
Can’t distinguish but
Thank god for the former, yeah

Some bow down a hundred times a day or more
To find a way
To get back down to the temple one day
Find the temple, to bask in the glory of
Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then
Sleep soundly for the first
Time in forever and breathing deep inside

There’s a desert down below the earth’s core
A hidden staircase in the house
That you reside in
A little something from the
Cupboard over there a little medicine
It’s a medication situation

Some bow down a hundred times a day or more
To find a way
To get back down to the temple one day
Find the temple, to bask in the glory of
Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then
Sleep soundly for the first
Time in forever and breathing deep inside