Carbondale

Carbondale, the cars slip through the back house Call my name three times, I'd wake up to the sound But I was thinking, oh I was thinking Why's she winking to find out I'm slowly sinking away But now I'm just confused Going pale, the sun's agoraphobia, put the screens out of business, now the bugs get in And in and out around you Speak of the devil at two in the morning To tell me you love me but my horns are aborning Barack Obama take my coat please I'm going back to sleep But now I'm just confused Oh now I'm just confused Now I'm just confused Oh, now I'm just confused I don't want to slip oh I don't wanna slip away don't wanna slip away Carbondale, the cars slip through the back house but I don't wanna slip away don't wanna slip away Away No I, no I, no I don't wanna slip away, don't wanna slip away