February 2018
A cover of the Wilco song, based on an arrangement from a demo version.
lyrics
It's my father's voice trailing off
Sailors sailing off in the morning to fight the war
For the air-conditioned rooms
At the top of the stairs, at the head of the table
But it takes all the life out of me
When it's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside
There's bourbon on the breath
Of the singer you love so much, he doesn't care
He takes all of his words from the books
That you don't read anyway
His jaw's been broken and his bandage is wrapped too tight
His fangs have been pulled and I really wanna see you tonight
But it takes all the breath out of me
How they cried all over overseas
When it's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside
And it makes no difference to me
How they cried all over overseas
When it's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside
When it's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside
I'm not going outside
I'm not going outside
I'm not going outside