Restless Year - Ezra Furman

I set up camp in the center of town

Ready for freedom when it all comes down

Snapping my fingers, walking around

I’m the dusty jewel in the thrown-out crown

Got a bus pass to make my way

From hideout to hideout in the heat of the day

I got a talisman tote with the whole array

And when you catch my coat-tails I’ll be miles away

Restless year

It was another restless year

It was a restless year

For a while we had no fear

Yeah, nobody knows in the all night diner

Rolling with Rose and Miss Mary L. Steiner

You can’t pin her down, you can’t define her

Dostoevsky, dime store copy

Making the rounds in my five dollar dress

I can’t go home, though I’m not homeless

I’m just another savage in the wilderness

And if you can’t calm down you can listen to this

(Death!) Is my former employer

(Death!) Is my own Tom Sawyer

(Death!) Waits for me to destroy her

I never wanna die and I’ll never grow older yeah

Restless year

It was another restless year

It was a restless year

Don’t tell me anything I don’t want to hear