Me and Lazarus
by Iron and Wine
From the album: Kiss Each Other Clean
Duration: 03:02
Lyrics for Me and Lazarus
Me and Lazarus, we shoveled all the ashes out Black bed linens blowing around Back and forth and up and down Oh whoa, whoa, guess I had nowhere else to go Me and Lazarus kept bailing out that riverboat Floating by the choir robes Bobbing in the ebb and flow Whoa, whoa, whoa, guess I had nowhere else to go He's an emancipated punk and he can dance But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa Me and Lazarus, we fed her with a baby spoon Fever flowin' through the room Far too long and way too soon Oh whoa, whoa, guess I had nowhere else to go Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues Hand-me-downs and Sunday shoes Never made the local news Oh whoa, whoa, guess I had nowhere else to go And I'm a liberated loser that can roll But where my pocket was, I'm peeking through a hole A couple second chances surely would console me Whoa, whoa, whoa