Spiders Lyrics - Wilco

Spiders are singing in the salty breeze 

Spiders are filling out tax returns 

Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies 

On a private beach in Michigan 

Why can't they wish their kisses good 

Why do they miss when their kisses should 

Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys 

On a private beach in Michigan 

This recent rash of kidsmoke 

All these telescopic poems 

It's good to be alone 

Why can't they say what they want 

Why can't they just say what they mean 

Come clean, listen and talk 

Hello private callers, IDs blocked 

The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars 

The future has a valley and a shortcut around 

Who will wear the crown of drowning award 

Hold a private light on a Michigan shore 

You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke 

From a microscopic home 

It's good to be alone 

I'll be in my bed 

You can be the stone 

That raises from the dead 

And carries us all home 

There's no blood on my hands 

I just do as I am told