To Wild Homes - The New Pornographers

First my trusty voice cracked, like it’s not plain to see

A sidewalk step defaults on my debt to the order of society

Behold our first rate lady, as if you hadn’t guessed

The homemade queen of every homecoming not so gently laid to rest

And then outside her courtyard after entering your plea

You strike the right ingredient and chew the scenery

How many times must we say, this kind of inflation cannot kill us

Our backers use versions we used to unwind with

The threads of an argument lost

How many times must we say, this kind of inflation cannot kill us

Our backers use versions we used to unwind with

The threads of an argument lost

To wild homes we go

To wild homes we return

To wild homes we go

To wild homes we go

To wild homes we return

To wild homes we go

To wild homes we go

To wild homes we return

To wild homes we go

To wild homes we go

To wild homes we return

To wild homes we go

To wild homes we go

To wild homes we return

To wild homes we go

To wild homes we go

To wild homes we return

To wild homes we go