The Backwoods Lyrics

In east Atlanta

The city never dies

But it sleeps in shifts

From three until five

The bars are rancid

The sewer grates are worn

And every street you turn down

Seems like one you've seen before

I don't know what I want

But I know that I don't want this anymore

And in the backwoods

The mothers walk their dogs

While their sons sit in circles

And pass things through the fog

Things don't really pass here

The progress is all forced

I don't know if I've said this

But I've thought it all before

I don't know what I want

But I know that I don't want this anymore

If you figure out what you need

You'll get little hits of it in between

The waiting and the wanting

Then you're waiting and wanting again

Then you figure out what you're seeing

Not as it seems hiding in between

All the waiting and the watching

Then you're waiting and watching it come to an end