Jesus, Etc. - Wilco

Jesus, don't cry You can rely on me, honey You can combine anything you want I'll be around You were right about the stars Each one is a setting sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad, sad songs Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Don't cry You can rely on me, honey You can come by any time you want I'll be around You were right about the stars Each one is a setting sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad, sad songs Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Voices cry Skyscrapers are scraping together Your voice is smoking Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around Our love, our love, our love is all we have Our love, our love is all of God's money Everyone is a burning sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad, sad songs Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Voices cry Skyscrapers are scraping together Your voice is smoking Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around

Jesus, don't cry You can rely on me honey You can combine anything you want I'll be around You were right about the stars Each one is a setting sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad sad songs Tunded to chords strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Don't cry You can rely on me honey You can come by any time you want I'll be around You were right about the stars Each one is a setting sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad sad songs Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Voices whine Skyscrapers are scraping together Your voice is smoking Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around Our love Our love Our love is all we have Our love Our love is all of God's money Everyone is a burning sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad sad songs Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Voices whine Skyscrapers are scraping together Your voice is smoking Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around

The cash machine Is blue and green For a hundred in 20's And a small service fee I could spend three dollars And 63 cents On diet Coca-Cola And unlit cigarettes I wonder why We listen to poets When nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful This machine begs for luck All my lies are always wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I want a good life With a nose for things A fresh wind and bright sky To enjoy my suffering A hole without a key If I break my tongue Speaking of tomorrow How will it ever come All my lies are always my wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I'm down on my hands and knees Every time the doorbell rings I shake like a toothache When I hear myself sing All my lies are only wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I would like to salute The ashes of American flags And all the falling leaves Filling up shopping bags