Lyrics:

I want my records back
And that motorcycle gas tank that I spray painted black
The owls have been talking to me
But I'm sworn to secrecy

I woke up in a burnt-out basement
Sleeping with metal hands
In a spirit ditch

The moon it will rise with such
Horse laughter is dragging pianos to the ocean
If I had a home
You'd know it'd be in a slide trombone

I woke up in a burnt-out basement
Sleeping with metal hands
In a spirit ditch

(Mom on answering machine interlude)

I woke up in a burnt-out basement
Sleeping with metal hands
In a spirit ditch