The nights are coming in fast and they're coming in cool
and the leaves are living the Golden Rule
as the wild winds bellow and blow
keep the home fires burning when I go
Now chop that wood and stack it high
You live your life learning how to die
Don't get your hopes down too low
keep the home fires burning when I go
Now burn it down, oh, burn it down
leave the cellar in the ground
Burn it down, oh, burn it down
you're just a tourist in this town
You're a hotel in a slow spell
you know that I wish you well
in each cell where I dwell
won't you lean on my doorbell?
You're in your skin
a stranger like you've always been
now and then, begin again
who cares what you win?
Oh, what you win... oh, what you win...
You're a hotel in a slow spell
you know that I wish you well
in each cell where I dwell
won't you lean on my doorbell?
On my doorbell... on my doorbell...
credits
from Anthropology,
released December 31, 2015
Paul Bergman • bass, guitar, keyboard, voice
Jon Guenter • mandolin, viola
Amy Loewen • voice
Curtis Nowosad • drums
John Paul Peters • percussion, violin
William J Western • pedal steel guitar
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