Michael (feat. Adam Halpin)

He ties his bags around his thighs

Newspaper bags filled with newspaper lies

And he combs his hair straightens his tie

But the people still stare the people want to know why

He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life

After all these years when she was alive

He stood in the corner and he built a disguise

Now that she's gone the houses won't rise

So he sits on milk crate with a handsaw to the sky

He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life

So don't call me man don't call me boy anymore

Take or leave your crown behind and I'll cry your name in war

And there's rocks in windows that Michael threw

And this week’s window

It's for you

He dropped out of Amherst in his second year

And now he's digging holes for the state

And he lays so still in the morning chill

Because he's having trouble sleeping late

And he pours down the concrete on Seventh Street

And the children come up slow with open hands

And as they set them in he's ashamed within

Because he knows that once they walk away he'll just go fill it up again

He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life

So don't call me man don't call me boy anymore

Take or leave your crown behind and I'll cry your name in war

And there's rocks in windows that Michael threw

And this week’s window

I should go but can I stay

Just one more song and I'll be on my way

Don't call me man don't call me boy

Don't call me man don't call me boy

When he lost his home and his face grew thin

He traded her dresses for a used violin

And when he raised the wood and it touched his chin

He whispered who I am ain't nothing like the wasted man I've been

He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life

Far away we go

We go far away

We go so far that you can't even see us grow

Far away we go

We go far away

We go so far that you can't even see us grow