"Wild Onions" lyrics
I blinked and I was 25
In a motel in Bozeman, Montana, eating kratom
With Dave
Funny thing about feelings is
They like to surf
The pain comes in waves
I was a cosmic American
With an AM station for a brain
Cigarette stains, looking for a match
And it was then and only then I realized
There's a list of things I can do
And an even bigger one
Of things I can't
Bright as a cup of coffee in America
You're a masterpiece
I was tooting my horn, feeling forlorn
Low down as I could be
There's wild onions, honey
Wild moss on the logs
Nothing really dies down here, does it?
It just goes where it belongs
Come to my side, we got hot dogs
And we keep all our promises
You got your mama's Honda
Your daddy's jaundice
Never really kept you from being honest, baby
Don't be scared of nothing
I sighed and I was 19 with face paint
Self-inflicted wound, half-pack of "Pall Mall"s
With Linda, sweet Linda
Alan fifty watt amp subconscious
In a limestone cave with a flashlight
Looking for the window
I was beating my drum for my lost son
In the desert "Jesu Joy of Man's Desire"
It's dry in there
I was a veteran of an imaginary war
Still sore, I think part of me died in there
Bright as a cup of coffee in America
You're a masterpiece
I was tooting my horn, feeling forlorn
Low down as I could be
There's wild onions, honey
Living moss on the logs
Nothing really dies down here, does it?
It just goes where it belongs
Come to my side, we got hot dogs
And we keep all our promises
You got your mama's Honda
Your daddy's jaundice
Never really kept you from being honest, baby
Don't be scared of nothing
I met a fellow traveler on the trail
All's well that ends well, say farewell to Orwell
We were shruggin'
All the skeptical monks in their swimmin' trunks
Doing big slam dunks, I got 'em all to make up
They were huggin'
Ya had your corvette visions with low ambitions
In that quonset hut you lived in
Downstream
And you reached yer zen; but the mine caved in
And the insurance ain't gonna cover
All them dreams
Bright as a cup of coffee in America
You're a masterpiece
I was tooting my horn, feeling forlorn
Low down as I could be
There's wild onions, honey
Living moss on the logs
Nothing really dies down here, does it?
It just goes where it belongs
Come to my side, we got hot dogs
And we keep all our promises
You got your mama's Honda
Your daddy's jaundice
Never really kept you from being honest, baby
Don't be scared of nothing
In a motel in Bozeman, Montana, eating kratom
With Dave
Funny thing about feelings is
They like to surf
The pain comes in waves
I was a cosmic American
With an AM station for a brain
Cigarette stains, looking for a match
And it was then and only then I realized
There's a list of things I can do
And an even bigger one
Of things I can't
Bright as a cup of coffee in America
You're a masterpiece
I was tooting my horn, feeling forlorn
Low down as I could be
There's wild onions, honey
Wild moss on the logs
Nothing really dies down here, does it?
It just goes where it belongs
Come to my side, we got hot dogs
And we keep all our promises
You got your mama's Honda
Your daddy's jaundice
Never really kept you from being honest, baby
Don't be scared of nothing
I sighed and I was 19 with face paint
Self-inflicted wound, half-pack of "Pall Mall"s
With Linda, sweet Linda
Alan fifty watt amp subconscious
In a limestone cave with a flashlight
Looking for the window
I was beating my drum for my lost son
In the desert "Jesu Joy of Man's Desire"
It's dry in there
I was a veteran of an imaginary war
Still sore, I think part of me died in there
Bright as a cup of coffee in America
You're a masterpiece
I was tooting my horn, feeling forlorn
Low down as I could be
There's wild onions, honey
Living moss on the logs
Nothing really dies down here, does it?
It just goes where it belongs
Come to my side, we got hot dogs
And we keep all our promises
You got your mama's Honda
Your daddy's jaundice
Never really kept you from being honest, baby
Don't be scared of nothing
I met a fellow traveler on the trail
All's well that ends well, say farewell to Orwell
We were shruggin'
All the skeptical monks in their swimmin' trunks
Doing big slam dunks, I got 'em all to make up
They were huggin'
Ya had your corvette visions with low ambitions
In that quonset hut you lived in
Downstream
And you reached yer zen; but the mine caved in
And the insurance ain't gonna cover
All them dreams
Bright as a cup of coffee in America
You're a masterpiece
I was tooting my horn, feeling forlorn
Low down as I could be
There's wild onions, honey
Living moss on the logs
Nothing really dies down here, does it?
It just goes where it belongs
Come to my side, we got hot dogs
And we keep all our promises
You got your mama's Honda
Your daddy's jaundice
Never really kept you from being honest, baby
Don't be scared of nothing
