Walking Without Frankie Okkervil River

Throttling, hurtling - just going, going
And hurting knowing that it's gone, and it's going
And not knowing where - in the ground or in the air
Up the golden stair (or whatever) - it's going

I stopped by the Lake of the Strangled Crane
It was the color of copper
I saw the crane operator
I heard the operator's father say, "It looks like rain."
And I had the operation because he said he was a doctor
And I was in pain

"Freedom," or whatever, whatever you call it
It's a stairway, or a slow ride
It's "Rhiannon" or "Landslide"
I hear the bartender died of a broken heart and a shattered pelvis
He was buried in Kansas
It was part of a promotion
They were trying to undermine the confidence of the consumer

I saw a beautiful drummer in the web of a spider
And I wanted to save him
I saw a little boy in serious danger of growing older
And he was trapped sitting shotgun in a Cutlass Cruiser

When I'm on the street, something's singing in my ear
And I hear a little voice all thumpthumpthumpthump-thumping in my chest
And I feel the hummingbird-fast heart in there whirring like mad
Got a spiriting feeling swimming around my head
And I haven't even had any cocaine yet
And I don't even want any though, I bet
It's like some kind of sentence that passes between us that someone else said