SWING! Lyrics

Well I'm styled in old Hollywood

I'm off the meds for good

It's your future honey

And I'm just your pain

And I'm way behind on history

Yeah I'm dull enough for all to see

What a lovely, quiet hill

To die upon

Now it's your turn at the plate

You can feel your body shake

And your consciousness is barely out of reach

So you'll preach another sermon

Friday night at Sunday service

You'll go far kid

Not nearly far enough to lead

Just close your eyes and swing

Now I'm staring at a song I wrote

That'll never get released

And I know Mike will go

And blame it all on me

But if I never get to finish

I won't have to live without it

Final call

(Call)

For any wishes left to bleed

Left to bleed

Now it's my turn at the plate

I can feel my body shake

And my consciousness

Is barely out of reach

So I'll preach another sermon

Friday night at Sunday service

I'll go far kid

Not nearly far enough to lead

You have a map

Of all of my best mistakes

I brought you to the pond

But I can't make you drink

Born lonely

Now you're 30 in a blink

You can bury yourself

Or ball up all of that weight

And swing

Bury yourself

Or ball up all of that weight

You can bury yourself

And ball up all of that weight

Now it's my turn at the plate

I can feel my body shake

And my consciousness

Is barely out of reach

So I'll preach another sermon

Friday night at Sunday service

I'll go far kid

Not nearly far enough to lead

Now it's my turn at the plate

I can feel my body shake

And my consciousness

Is barely out of reach

So I'll preach another sermon

Friday night at Sunday service

I'll go far kid

Far enough to lead

Just close your eyes and

Swing