Wilco

From Far Away

From outer space

I am you

At distances

You’re me too

From far away

I assume

Everything

Needs less room

My ribs are turned

Like parentheses

And my lips have learned

What I don’t believe

Could I

Find a world just right

Or will I

Always look too high

If I die

Don’t bury me

Rattle me down

Like an old machine

Take my books

And my magazines

My photographs

Of you and me

Everything

I won’t need

Appears On

Played Live On

04.09.2019
New York City, NY - Town Hall

with James Elkington

03.22.2019
Chicago, IL - The Vic

Annual Benefit Show

01.07.2019
Los Angeles, CA - Largo