Portugal. The Man
New Orleans
[Verse 1: John Gourley, Gang Vocals]
I slip back down where we found
A meter milling maze
And the rest that we find sound
Will it find us at the bottom?
Will we find our way?
Will we fall apart useless machining the maze?
Find that sleep that we've lost

[Interlude: Gang Vocals]
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na

[Verse 2: John Gourley]
Fair and tired living
Lives like little lifted leans
Shaking heads under the shade
Of them bright bright bright sweet pear trees
Mine is gone with the day
Never miss a beat, never find a home
Mine is gone with all time. All time
[Bridge: John Gourley & Gang Vocals]
Mother, father, brother, sister, son, daughters
We are the rabbits that let the fox lead us
Out in the sun with the cold war fever
Beg for your money just please don't eat us

[Outro: John Gourley & Gang Vocals]
Deaf like the big guns foaming
At the mouth they're gnashing
Quiet like our words that roam and roll about
Let's march a train of thought to crack the boards that keep us out
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost
Then we'll find that sleep we lost, we lost