Murder By Death Spring Break 1899 Lyrics

The sun is comin' up over the hill...
Or maybe it's not, I can't even tell.
But there's a warmth on my face that isn't the blood,
and my tears turnin' the snow into mud.
And I can't feel my left leg,
but I think it's still there.
Did I kill anybody?
Hell, I never fight fare.
What state am I in?
Am I still on the run?
Has it really been so long since I've seen the sun?
My instincts are tellin' me to pick up and go,
but I can't feel my fingers,
and I can't move my toes.
There's a drained bourbon bottle layin' next to my head,
and the p___ and vomit are the sheets in my bed.

Is it you?
Could it be you?
Don't want it to.

I went out all night drinking,
so I took the bait;
And I jumped off the interstate to Highway 8;
To the bars full of girls who all know me by name.
They all drink the same drinks,
they all f___ the same.
So now my eyes are turnin' red in this hotel bar,
and she's breathin' out smoke as she motions towards the door.
The kindness of a stranger,
or a trick of the trade?
God knows I'm not the first mistake that she's made.

Is it you?
Could it be you?
Don't want it to.

I been down and out.
I been spit on for so long.
I stored my shame in my belly,
'til i needed to be strong.
In my last guilty moment;
Stole a map and a truck.
It's pure chance that I haven't
already been picked up.
But from here on the slate's clean.
I'm headin' way south.
Always heard the girls were pretty there,
I got to find out.
Look ma, your son's a travelin' man.
I don't know what I did,
now on I'll do all the good I can...

Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?