East October - John Moreland

Looking backwards, all my pictures

Look like send-ups of stolen scriptures

We were children dressed up like men

Paintin' places we’d never been

How am I ever gonna get by?

How am I ever gonna get by all by myself?

Well, I’m trying to keep it simple

But ain’t these gods so damn fickle?

You’re stiff and strong, then you’re scared and sober

North Carolina in East October

How am I ever gonna get by?

How am I ever gonna get by all by myself?

How am I ever gonna get by?

How am I ever gonna get by all by myself?

Tell me when and where you learned it

You built your chapel and then you burned it

Was it Satan or the Second Coming?

The soul you’re bearing, the song you’re strumming

How am I ever gonna get by?

How am I ever gonna get by all by myself?

How am I ever gonna get by?

How am I ever gonna get by all by myself?