Spirit Ditch

I want my records back and that

Motorcycle gas tank that I spray painted black

The owls have been talking to me

But I'm sworn to secrecy

Woke up in a burnt out basement

Sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch

The moon, it'll rise with a search

Horse laughter, it's dragging pianos to the ocean

If I had a home you'd know it'd be

In a slide trombone

I woke up in a burnt out basement

Sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch

I woke up in a burnt out basement

Sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch