Craig Finn – Tracking Shots lyrics

Widen out the angle for the tracking shot
While we fake our way through predictable plots
Watch our lives play out in these parking lots
With dead end cards and debit jobs

We built it up and then it fell apart
With sharpened sticks and body parts
The freeways and the frontage roads
The silver cans and burning coals

You always hope
You never know
Cells and skulls and teeth and hair
Faith and science
Praise and prayer
Louis Pasteur with the rosary
Some things you can't explain to me

When I fell through your window, well I felt pretty good
I was thinking it was something we both understood
I was thinking we could rise above
Something like love or close enough

A way to live
A train to make
The whistle blows
The metal scrapes
The lighters and the burners
The kettle and the steam

Haunted houses
Bumper cars
Weekends at the water parks
Shut your eyes and shudder at the laughter and the screams
Still getting used to the new dream

You hope like hell but you never know
Bullet points and bullet holes
The digi scales and the dollar signs
The chemicals tell lazy lies

She kissed him hard and they laughed a bit
She said baby don't get hurt for this
It's not worth it now and it probably never was

The righteous path is hard to walk
The skeletons make sexy talk
The nights are dark
The money's green
The bills still smell like gasoline
So park it up and hit the locks
Our lives play out in parking lots
The prayers against the chemistry
On the fringes of the scene
Still getting used to the new dream
Still getting used to the new dream

Burn it up and boil it off
The righteous path is hard to walk
He can't take another incident
He's got a girl and she's been good to him

Hit the lights and shield your eyes
Cross yourself when someone dies
Shut your eyes and shudder at the laughter and the screams
Still getting used to the new dream
Still getting used to the new dream