Text: Conor Oberst. Outer South. I got The Reason #2.
You know a lot can happen after everybody falls asleep
Ask the forest fire, ask the cop walking on the beat
And do right by them, work a little in your dreams
Don't let time rob you, hold onto your memories
In the glass houses, in the pages of the Rolling Stone
I get a sick feeling like I'm rocking in a little boat
I hear the big church bell, it's ringing like a mobile phone
It's such a long Sunday drive to be taken it all alone
I wanna belong to a reason and cut a new key to the kingdom
And if anybody asks me say I wanna belong
If anybody asks me say sure it won't take long now
If anybody asks me say I'm gonna get it done
If anybody asks me say I've gotta reason
In the last hard drive, in the satellites that kick and spin
They keep the old footage so everything can live again
Pretty pink roses, the ostrich and the elephant
It's the last Noah's ark so everything's gotta fit
In the creased pages of the letter I've been trying to send
To a young widow who is desperate for some kind of friend
You'll find a long list of eligible handsome men
Who wanna lay with her upon the table of the elements
They're gonna hold strong to a reason and cut a new key to the kingdom
And if anybody asks you say they're gonna belong
If anybody asks you say sure it won't take long now
If anybody asks you say, man I'm tryin' to get it done
If anybody asks you say I've gotta reason
Ask the forest fire, ask the cop walking on the beat
And do right by them, work a little in your dreams
Don't let time rob you, hold onto your memories
In the glass houses, in the pages of the Rolling Stone
I get a sick feeling like I'm rocking in a little boat
I hear the big church bell, it's ringing like a mobile phone
It's such a long Sunday drive to be taken it all alone
I wanna belong to a reason and cut a new key to the kingdom
And if anybody asks me say I wanna belong
If anybody asks me say sure it won't take long now
If anybody asks me say I'm gonna get it done
If anybody asks me say I've gotta reason
In the last hard drive, in the satellites that kick and spin
They keep the old footage so everything can live again
Pretty pink roses, the ostrich and the elephant
It's the last Noah's ark so everything's gotta fit
In the creased pages of the letter I've been trying to send
To a young widow who is desperate for some kind of friend
You'll find a long list of eligible handsome men
Who wanna lay with her upon the table of the elements
They're gonna hold strong to a reason and cut a new key to the kingdom
And if anybody asks you say they're gonna belong
If anybody asks you say sure it won't take long now
If anybody asks you say, man I'm tryin' to get it done
If anybody asks you say I've gotta reason
Conor Oberst