Miserable South - Josh Rouse

Put on your overcoat

This old house has some kind of draught

Even the warmest days it seems cold out

Summers never seem to last

So maybe we should move to Arizona

Stay at a dozen houses per spell

Spent the last three months in South Dakota here

Difference now I can’t seem to tell

And I’m trying to sleep but there’s talking in there

And the smoke from the room leaves a stench in the air

And you’ve waited and waited and waited

Just to fall here

And again

Now we find ourselves in temple

Write these thoughts down every day

Seems the symptoms of self discovery

Often lead to our dismay

And I’m trying to sleep but there’s talking in there

And the smoke from the room leaves a stench in the air

And you’ve waited and waited and waited

Just to fall

There’s no use in trying when you can’t even see

The distinction between what is real and you need and your

Your hope’s gone away

And you’re away

And I’ll tell

And you’re away

And I’ll tell

So where did he come?