Lodging by Tigers Jaw Lyrics

Diane, I know that I'm just a baby
I've found the door, it makes sense to me
In my room with curtains drawn
In my world, there's something wrong
Black timing, I see the truth
In my lodging, I've thought it through

And I suppose you put a needle on the record
When there's a setting sun, it takes strength to remember
The aftermath
There's a smiling bag
And the lodge is black
Where's Pulaski at?
Where's Jacoby at?

I was told, twenty years ago
On the Northern shore
BOB unfolds
No more, I implore