Meanwhile…
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⏱️ 6:03 duration
🆔 ID: 12427449
📜 Lyrics
As it appears, I've been mistaken
No. This is all wrong. No, This isn't right
How could this be? They were in my sights
My knuckles are aching. Was I chasing my girls or my ghosts?
Bat my eyes
Quell my fears
Focus on the lines
That will lead to where ends meet
I swear I see their bows in the backseat
Amber Alert
Doesn't ring out. The audience confused by my white stare
Looks like
We're almost there
I promised I'd keep watch
I told the cops that I'd be on their tail
My exhaustion sets in
But my resolve won't let it take me
So I wail
As fathers often do
Assuming the worst
Whistling songs of silver
To line this beautiful day
And it's coming to a close
I bet he revels in the victory
There's no recourse, or remorse I can find
I do recollect two bows in the backseat
Not Anything that will deter our destination
These many failures of the neighborhood watch
Have kept us on the road we lay
It keeps us on the roads we've paved
And don't you fucking rejoice
This is far from over
Don't conjure a name or a face
You won't get a chance
To plead your case
If I beat the sirens
If I beat the blue jays and cardinals
I think I will. I know I will
When our ends meet
And the bows are drawn
The birds will be chirping
The world would see
This father got it right
Stiff hands grip the wheel, I'm blindsided
Hard right into a melted district
Not far from my own
Neighborhood watch
I'm insulted
Pray those old birds know how to find a nest.
Prepare for the worst
But hope for their return
And their embrace
It's the only thing that's keeping him going
Ease off the gas now
He starts to cry
Because he's sure this is it
And how wrong he was
But how sweet
The release would be
If the car he had followed was the one his daughters were in
Though he beat the sirens
Yeah he beat the blue jays and cardinals
Took him at his word (look where we ended)
Guns were drawn
The birds were chirping
The world would see
This father got it wrong
And so it ends with 5-2-5
The sirens track his demands
A collective misdirection
An innocent man
Just heading home
His children bathed in red and blue
It is over
As the bows become statistics
All nearby cell phones
Scream and Cast their judgment
Amber Alert
No. This is all wrong. No, This isn't right
How could this be? They were in my sights
My knuckles are aching. Was I chasing my girls or my ghosts?
Bat my eyes
Quell my fears
Focus on the lines
That will lead to where ends meet
I swear I see their bows in the backseat
Amber Alert
Doesn't ring out. The audience confused by my white stare
Looks like
We're almost there
I promised I'd keep watch
I told the cops that I'd be on their tail
My exhaustion sets in
But my resolve won't let it take me
So I wail
As fathers often do
Assuming the worst
Whistling songs of silver
To line this beautiful day
And it's coming to a close
I bet he revels in the victory
There's no recourse, or remorse I can find
I do recollect two bows in the backseat
Not Anything that will deter our destination
These many failures of the neighborhood watch
Have kept us on the road we lay
It keeps us on the roads we've paved
And don't you fucking rejoice
This is far from over
Don't conjure a name or a face
You won't get a chance
To plead your case
If I beat the sirens
If I beat the blue jays and cardinals
I think I will. I know I will
When our ends meet
And the bows are drawn
The birds will be chirping
The world would see
This father got it right
Stiff hands grip the wheel, I'm blindsided
Hard right into a melted district
Not far from my own
Neighborhood watch
I'm insulted
Pray those old birds know how to find a nest.
Prepare for the worst
But hope for their return
And their embrace
It's the only thing that's keeping him going
Ease off the gas now
He starts to cry
Because he's sure this is it
And how wrong he was
But how sweet
The release would be
If the car he had followed was the one his daughters were in
Though he beat the sirens
Yeah he beat the blue jays and cardinals
Took him at his word (look where we ended)
Guns were drawn
The birds were chirping
The world would see
This father got it wrong
And so it ends with 5-2-5
The sirens track his demands
A collective misdirection
An innocent man
Just heading home
His children bathed in red and blue
It is over
As the bows become statistics
All nearby cell phones
Scream and Cast their judgment
Amber Alert