Whiteout Conditions - The New Pornographers

Flying and feeling the ceiling

I’m barely dealing

And the faces, the faintest of praises

Are too revealing

Such a waste of a beautiful day

Someone should say

It’s such a waste of the only impossible, logical way in

A fly-in in LA was open

I wasn’t hoping for a win

I was hoping for freedom

You couldn’t beat 'em

So you crumbled, you doubled your dosage

You wanna go, said the inhibitor blocking the passage

That thing is massive

And the sky will come for you once

Just sit tight until it’s done

The sky will come for you once

Just sit tight until it’s done

Got so hooked on a feeling

I started dealing

In a stage of grief so demanding

I got a stand-in

Every radio buzzing, it wasn’t the dream of the moment

Wasn’t the current that carried me, keeping me going

Only want to get to work

But every morning I’m too sick to drive

Suffering whiteout conditions

Forget the mission, just get out alive

Only want to glean the purpose

Only to scratch the surface, raise the plow

Suffering whiteout conditions

Forget your mission, just get out somehow

Everyone suddenly busy

Suddenly dizzy

You’re so easy, it’s pushing you over

You’re taking tours

Of a treacherous strip of the badlands

You have your demands

Maybe you riot for nothing — it’s just a bad hand

Only want to get to work

But every morning I’m too sick to drive

Suffering whiteout conditions

Forget the mission, just get out alive

Only want to glean the purpose

Only to scratch the surface, raise the plow

Suffering whiteout conditions

Forget your mission, just get out somehow

Flying and flat on the ceiling

I see myself

And the revival, it suddenly hits me

It’s going viral

Such a waste of a beautiful day

Someone should say

It’s such a waste of the only impossible, logical way in

Got so hooked on a feeling

I started dealing

But the days spent kicking the cages

Are too revealing

So committed to your misfortune

But still a cheater

Such a waste of a beautiful day

Wish you could be here