Arthur’s Song (Instrumental) Atmosphere

38th street station

Sippin' on that brown stuff
Got you feeling like you found love
Or maybe it was just luck
But honestly it's probably none of the above

Train tracks underneath the faceless moon
The payback's gonna want a statement soon
Been a few years since the last cigarette
But if you put your finger inside the flask, still wet

Stick with the fool like shit to the wool
Gotta get some tools to try to fix these jewels
'Cause we don't need to hear you sing
Of how you spent your time as king
Being mad at everything, huh

And even when we haven't seen the sun for days
I keep squint like it's shining right up in my face
Everyone's a critic of the minutes I waste
Got me waiting in a line, got me running in place

I don't really know what to tell ya
Say I spent too much time in the cellar
I've experienced a life full of accidents
Tryna write it all down before it vanishes