[00:00.00] 作曲 : Conor Oberst
[00:42.33]He's my friend but he's no friend to me
[00:50.61]Ask him why, he'll tell you casually
[00:58.62]Washed up, bitter, broken, busted
[01:02.49]Backstabbed everyone he trusted
[01:06.42]Says he sees what no one else can see
[01:13.80]And if I had half his guts I'd want it
[01:17.94]To chase that fatalistic comet
[01:22.41]Die young in the dark; that's poetry
[01:29.19]But it was not to be, it was not for me
[01:46.11]He's always sad but I've never seen him cry
[01:54.00]When he comes to, sure he'll apologize
[02:02.13]Find his car, assess the damage
[02:06.12]Still drunk but he likes the challenge
[02:11.10]Hold on to his mind just like a kite
[02:17.52]But a good strong win can keep you honest
[02:21.84]Fill you with some common knowledge
[02:25.71]Things when we were young we never tried
[02:32.94]Just figured we had time with such a long life
[02:50.25]Money clips, alligator shoes
[02:58.11]One more dance, he's in that champagne room
[03:05.97]She moves like a chocolate fountain
[03:09.99]Pouring, spilling all around him
[03:13.92]Makes him wonder what else she can do
[03:21.54]How bittersweet is love's illusion
[03:25.68]Feelings that cannot be proven
[03:29.40]Trust me, you'll see, my aim is true
[03:36.81]I've done this all for you, I've suffered long for you
[03:53.55]So many times he's tried to play it straight
[03:57.99]Worked and worked until his body ached
[04:09.57]But a brand new life can lose its lustre
[04:13.71]Troubles tend to find each other
[04:17.73]Call it luck or you can call it fate
[04:25.65]But either way it's how it happens
[04:29.40]Not the way that you imagined
[04:32.85]So just go out with a bang like Hemingway
[04:40.32]Some will say you're brave
[04:44.46]Some will say you ain't

作曲 : Conor Oberst
He's my friend but he's no friend to me
Ask him why, he'll tell you casually
Washed up, bitter, broken, busted
Backstabbed everyone he trusted
Says he sees what no one else can see
And if I had half his guts I'd want it
To chase that fatalistic comet
Die young in the dark; that's poetry
But it was not to be, it was not for me
He's always sad but I've never seen him cry
When he comes to, sure he'll apologize
Find his car, assess the damage
Still drunk but he likes the challenge
Hold on to his mind just like a kite
But a good strong win can keep you honest
Fill you with some common knowledge
Things when we were young we never tried
Just figured we had time with such a long life
Money clips, alligator shoes
One more dance, he's in that champagne room
She moves like a chocolate fountain
Pouring, spilling all around him
Makes him wonder what else she can do
How bittersweet is love's illusion
Feelings that cannot be proven
Trust me, you'll see, my aim is true
I've done this all for you, I've suffered long for you
So many times he's tried to play it straight
Worked and worked until his body ached
But a brand new life can lose its lustre
Troubles tend to find each other
Call it luck or you can call it fate
But either way it's how it happens
Not the way that you imagined
So just go out with a bang like Hemingway
Some will say you're brave
Some will say you ain't