Blankets - Craig Finn

I met her at a racetrack

It was right before some concert

On a blanket selling bracelets

She was searching for a sponsor

I moved her to Montana

We hung on for several summers

It got druggie and we crumbled

But still I never haven’t loved her

When you panic in the city

It feels like one too many walls

When it thunders in the canyon

You get the feeling you’re too small

I washed up and I wandered

I did whatever business looked the best

I found a savior then I lost him

Had a kid and all the rest

Then the doctor left a message

Said we’re looking at these numbers from your test

When you’re lonely on the prairie

There’s still a couple people you can call

When it thunders in the canyon

You get the feeling you’re too small

The detective was expensive

But he thought it was something he could solve

Found her serving breakfast

In a café in the Skyway in St. Paul

When we got to the Twin Cities

I said, «Man, I know some songs about this place»

When they swept up all the empties, the parties always seemed like such a waste

When you panic in the city

It feels like one too many walls

(One too many walls)

There’s an absence in the middle

The people are all high or in withdrawal

(High or in withdrawal)

When you’re lonely on the prairie

There’s still a couple people you can call

(People you can call)

When it thunders in the canyon

You get the feeling you’re too small

When they’re down there on the blankets

You can see the lifetime in their eyes

You can purchase what they offer

Or see if they’ve got something on the side

You live your whole life

Just to travel to the place you’re gonna die

You travel your whole life

Just to get out to the place you’re gonna die