Conor Oberst - Enola Gay Lyrics
He didn't give you that nicknameBut you smile when he calls you the Enola GayTurns the lights down low for your migrainesAnd fetches what you've strewnAll around the room up and down the hallAsking for your Sodium PentatholSo you can read aloud from your big tell-allAnecdotes in platitudesThis world's mean getting meaner tooSo why'd you have to make it all about youThere's no harm in stepping to the sideLight your hurricane lamp when the sky grows darkThe wind's pissed off and the sun's at largeWhat you've gotta do, it's just a matter of prideUntil you vanish like the rest, out of sight and out of mindWorking all day in the control roomMashing Charles Manson songs up with ShowtunesThe feelings come quick but they leave as soonLike music from a passing carIt's crowded in the club where you meet your friendsTry to save some room for the elephantEvery day's a chore and you're not done yetYou didn't think it'd be this hardThe root's begun, we're a nervous crewSo why're you trying to make it all about youIt's not so bad, it's just a flash of lightLight your hurricane lamp when the sky goes darkThe rain's upset, it just falls apartYou will get your wish, it's just a matter of timeUntil you vanish like the rest, out of sight and out of mindUntil you vanish like the rest, out of sight
