If I Knew - Field Report

When we lit up and left

How the smoke it must of plumed

And billowed to the clouds and back

White, grey, and black for the morning bloom

And how we tell it now

Depends on who we’re lying to

We ate the fruit, learned the truth

And spit the pits in the corner of the room

If I knew what I know

So far yet to go

And if I knew what I know

So far yet to go

You were bouncing off the guardrail

Shouting at the wind

We were off our meds, drinking again

We played them like a stolen violin

I knew my outlines and my ends

I waited for something to kick in

'Cause they could not understand

They were embarrassed by sincerity back then

If I knew what I know

So far yet to go

And if I knew what I know

So far yet to go

In a flash I was wearing

Every one of your brand new tattoos

And I took off my shirt like East Moline

And read upside down what you’ve been up to

Then a car crashed through the wall

And there you were in the room

And the blood-red blood

Bled to your outline and it colored you in

We were close enough to cough on

And your breath smelled like creme de menthe

Headstones, dial tones, you said

«Hey fucker where you been?»

If I knew what I know

So far yet to go

And if I knew what I know

So far yet to go

If I knew what I know

So far yet to go

And if I knew what I know

So far yet to go

If I knew what I know

So far yet to go

And if I knew what I know

So far yet to go