The General Specific - Band of Horses

If the trials at hand are really getting you down

We had a close call

I didn’t even see it, then another one

I hardly believed it at all

What the writers say, it means shit to me now

Plants and animals, we are on a bender when it’s 80 degrees

At the end of December, what’s going on?

Only for you and me

With a show of hands, who’s going back to the South?

We’re hungry next that I know

And running the blender in a lightning storm

Are disguised as a blessing I’m sure

Growing up here, there comes a fork in the road

Pants have gotta go

We’re on an island on the Fourth of July

It looks like the tide is going home

In time I’d find a little way to your heart

Down to the general store for nothing specific

Gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore

Only for you and me