Sycamore Lyrics

Got embers in my pocket

Silver chain in my drawer

Taste of panic I remember

Like the peeling death of a sycamore

And it's all I can do

To keep you out in the blue

So if you're asking, man, it's taxing

Living in the blue

I ain't better, but I'm better at

Living with the truth

And I'm letting others get me through

Out there in the blue

I've been burning through my records

In this September evening swoon

Watching hardwood turn to ashes

Lending darkness to its moon

And it's all I can do

To get you out in the blue

So if you're asking, man, it's taxing

Living in the blue

I ain't better, but I'm better at

Living with the truth

And I'm letting others get me through

Out there in the blue

So if you're asking, man, it's taxing

Living in the blue

I ain't better, but I'm better at

Living with the truth

And I ain't trying to be pryin'

But I hope you're better too

Life's a tragic

But we're pragmatic

With these western views

Just hope you're letting others get you through

Out there in the blue

Out there in the blue

Out there in the blue

Out there in the blue

Out there in the blue

Out there in the blue