Enola Gay-Conor Oberst
He didn't give you that nickname
But you smile when he calls you Enola Gay
Turns the lights down low for your migraines
And fetches what you've strewn
All around your room
Up and down the hall
Asking for your sodium pentothal
So you can read aloud
From your big tell-all
Anecdotes and platitudes
This world's mean and getting meaner too
So why do you have to make it all about you?
There’s no harm in stepping to the side
Light your hurricane lamp when the sky goes dark
The wind's pissed off and the sun's at large
And what you got to do is just a matter of pride
Until you vanish like the rest
Out of sight and out of mind
Working all day in the control room
Mashing Charles Manson songs up with show tunes
The feelings come quick but they leave as soon
Like music from a passing car
It’s crowded in the club where you meet your friends
Trying to save some room for the elephant
Every day is a chore and you’re not done yet
You didn't think it’d be this hard
The roots be good, we’re a nervous crew
So why you trying to make it all about you?
It's not so bad, it’s just a flash of light
Light your hurricane lamp when the sky goes dark
The rain’s upset, it just falls apart
You will get your wish, it’s just a matter of time
Until you vanish like the rest
Out of sight and out of mind
Until you vanish like the rest
Out of sight