Field Report If I Knew
When we lit up and left
How the smoke it must of plumed
And billowed to the clouds and back
White, grey, and black for the morning bloom
And how we tell it now
Depends on who we're lying to
We ate the fruit, learned the truth
And spit the pits in the corner of the room
If I knew what I know
So far yet to go
And if I knew what I know
So far yet to go
You were bouncing off the guardrail
Shouting at the wind
We were off our meds, drinking again
We played them like a stolen violin
I knew my outlines and my ends
I waited for something to kick in
'Cause they could not understand
They were embarrassed by sincerity back then
If I knew what I know
So far yet to go
And if I knew what I know
So far yet to go
In a flash I was wearing
Every one of your brand new tattoos
And I took off my shirt like East Moline
And read upside down what you've been up to
Then a car crashed through the wall
And there you were in the room
And the blood-red blood
Bled to your outline and it colored you in
We were close enough to cough on
And your breath smelled like creme de menthe
Headstones, dial tones, you said
"Hey f..cker where you been?"
If I knew what I know
So far yet to go
And if I knew what I know
So far yet to go
If I knew what I know
So far yet to go
And if I knew what I know
So far yet to go
If I knew what I know
So far yet to go
And if I knew what I know
So far yet to go