Superchunk Follow

And the contraption that you're in
Won't let your day begin

And every rustling of leaves
Is the thieving of your thieves
And sleep is obsolete like bathtub gin

You can hear the big black clock
And no, it doesn't slow or stop
It just ticks as you tick off what might have been

So here's a song about nothing and everything at once
Oh the minutes and the months
Nothing and everything at once

So here's a song about nothing and everything at once
Oh the minutes and the months
The feedback and the drums
Oh the feeling noise becomes
Everything at once
The oaks and the sweet gums
On the street where you are from
Everything at once
Nothing and everything at once
Nothing and everything at once

And the contraption that you're in
Won't let your day begin