Zachariah Baker & His Guitar Orchestra - Taps Lyrics

Honey, put your glasses on
I need your help
Finding something
I think I've misplaced

Maybe grab a jacket too
Thick enough to warm you
To the bone
In the cold spots on the way

As for me, my cigarettes
In case I get tired
And need some smoke to
Free up the air

I am temporary
I wash off

Anyway we gotta go
Come on pack up your shit let's go
We're headed out of town

Red and blue and old hair gray
Our pasty skin
Gently juxtaposed
Against the dawn

The suffocating snow, it falls as
Gifts without sound
Secrets to swallow up
The lawn

I am unimportant
I am second-rate

Now we're off, here's country roads
An old, cozy song
I apologize in advance

In a silver splash, Winter's with us
Hiking up her skirt
The coins flash from my pocket
To her hands

"There it is," she says
"Just look up, not at the dirt"
Embarrassed, I notice
I'm not wearing pants

Is this just how things happen?
Not at all, then all at once?

Plots are overrated but
We feel deep in love
The first time i saw you strung out

I thought it then, i think it now
You are my favorite
My tiny baby bean
My ugly sprout

So here we are, and I am Death
And you a lonesome target
Let's head on back
It won't be found

Someday we'll find my good name
Where did it go