Way Out West Lyrics - Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

Elder green is dead and gone 

Lost his way going to town 

And I dont know who he is, what he's done 

But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue 

Yeah, and it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue 

Now if I was in an old hotel 

That happened to be on fire 

Well, maybe Id jump or maybe Id reconsider 

Yeah, maybe Id just climb a little higher 

Like an oily rag in a dusty corner 

Like a box of matches near an open flame 

Id jump 18 storeys from a burning tower 

Oh, sooner than Id face this world of shame 

Yeah, Id skip this town and jump a westbound train 

And you take these fingerling's from my fingers 

Spoken with your breath 

With white washed eyes and flies that linger 

Seems rather forlorn and bereft 

I said where you going with that sack on your shoulder Willie 

As if I couldn't have guessed 

And he says, he's gonna get the hell out of slag valley 

And he's gonna take a little stroll way out west 

Yeah, he's gonna take a little stroll way out west 

If I was in an old hotel 

That happened to be on fire 

Well, maybe Id jump or maybe Id reconsider 

Then Id just climb little higher 

Like an oily rag in a dusty corner 

Like a box of matches near an open flame 

Id get so far away from that old matchbox hotel 

Id skip this town and jump a westbound train 

Oh man, anything to get away from this ol' shame 

And I'd take these fingerlings from my fingers 

Spoken with your breath 

White washed eyes and flies that linger 

Seems rather forlorn and bereft 

And I said, where you going with that sack on your shoulder, Willie 

As if I couldn't have guessed 

He says, I'm gonna get the hell out of slag valley 

And I'm gonna take a little stroll way out west 

Yeah, I wanna take a little stroll way out west