Walking on a bridge through town, are you sleeping between towns tonight?
Is it written in the distance, send a straw to the surface, just to feel alright?
I found you in a dream, you were to crass to cry, starlit abyss in your eyes
Did you hear my distance call on your parents’ telephone, will I die out here alone?

Trouble keeps coming up

Do ya feel alright, have you got nothing to say?
Do ya feel alright?

It takes the ghost of these things, to wring the languor from trees, to wring the sound out of the night
And I need to ask, “Do you feel alright?”
You were the emblem of my youth and you selled so much truth when I told you in the parlor room
At your parent’s lake house, one afternoon

Trouble keeps coming up

Do ya feel alright, have you got nothing to say?
Do ya feel alright?

Trouble keeps coming up