Geraldine - The Avett Brothers

I come from a place where every name

And every face seems so familiar

In came Miss Progress in her black dress

Look at the mess, she is a killer

Much like you and I

In every case that’s made

There has to be a traitor

It’s me this time

And I’m trading fun for right

Will I regret the notion later?

Geraldine’s a name that comes to mind

When I go back to reminiscing

Abilene’s a woman for my childhood

I spent the evenings kissing

I’m a fool for dreaming her alive

And loving something cold and rocky

The homophobic gentlemen built barricades

But their efforts couldn’t stop me

In came Miss Progress in her black dress

Look at the mess, she is a killer