Headphones On

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town again in my life...

Sometimes the live version is a poor cover of a recorded song. Sometimes it takes on an entirely new fantastic meaning... especially when the performer has lost is voice almost completely and the entire music venue will sing the song for him. I need someone to sing the song for me today... and to do it just this well.

Yeah but you're going to do what you wanna do
No matter what I ask of you
You think you hold the high hand
I've got my doubts...

Buy some: The Mountain Goats