Song For Annies Harmonica by Kind of Like Spitting Lyrics

Slid right through the turnstile and off the loft we went
We were taken in by strangers, called out by coil and kin
Oh concentrate on as far back as you can go
When we would put a bullet in its belfry to prove it's all a hoax
So what we don't impress the fireworks with the strumming of our smiles
But you can look up how high heaven is and try to count the miles
Keeps us busy for awhile

Said the cradle to the kick drum that life begins again
Smoke butts like spent bullets
Street sweepers home to sleep again
And when he put his arms around me his hoodie smelled like gasoline
So here's to all lost fragrances

To a future with some balance
To a future without judgment
To a future with my family

To a future without anger
To a fate of more than damaged fits
To a future worth remembering