Blizzard of '77 - Manchester Orchestra

In blizzard of '77

The cars were just lumps on the snow

And then later

Tripping in 7−11

The shelves were stretching out of control

On a plane ride

The more it shakes

The more i have to let go

Now the signals

Still getting all mixed up

We’re always doing damage control

But in the middle of the night i worry

It’s blurry even without light

I know i have got a negative edge

That’s why i sharpen all the others a lot

It’s like flowers or ladybugs

Pretty weeds or red beetles with dots

I miss you more than i knew