Spangled Songtext
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Spangled Songtext
They tore down the hospital, out on route 11
I′m not sure what happened, seems like repossession
And I'm not one to try to get, all the way to Heaven
But I can′t even mention, the last place it was relevant
Now I can't even mention, the last room, I may have been in it, so
Give my love to Amy, give my love to Kelvin
They tore down the hospital
And I'm left floating in room 305, I′m floating forever, 305
They say the night gets spangled, when you can′t get enough to drink
I've been drinking, so the night looks spangled to me
I′m feeling pretty spangled, I'm feelin′ pretty blue
Off a bridge on VA 305, in the Shenandoah, in the Shenandoah
Up in that north country blue, yeah, I feel pretty spangled
I feel like Heaven, I feel like a sparkler, that's been thrown off the roof
I′m now floating, off the 8305, I'm floating forever 305
Well, the rain is hard and it pulls up, pulls up hard in a septic ditch
But not enough to drown me out, so I'm left looking up at this
At these stars spangled, wondering, who′s the God of that sky
And who′s the God of memory? What kind of kids did they kid?
Couldn't they make it rain a little more? Full this ditch up to the brink
′Cause I'm not trying to spend my final days in a Shenandoah precinct, precinct 305
Off the 8305, I′m floating forever, 305
I′m not sure what happened, seems like repossession
And I'm not one to try to get, all the way to Heaven
But I can′t even mention, the last place it was relevant
Now I can't even mention, the last room, I may have been in it, so
Give my love to Amy, give my love to Kelvin
They tore down the hospital
And I'm left floating in room 305, I′m floating forever, 305
They say the night gets spangled, when you can′t get enough to drink
I've been drinking, so the night looks spangled to me
I′m feeling pretty spangled, I'm feelin′ pretty blue
Off a bridge on VA 305, in the Shenandoah, in the Shenandoah
Up in that north country blue, yeah, I feel pretty spangled
I feel like Heaven, I feel like a sparkler, that's been thrown off the roof
I′m now floating, off the 8305, I'm floating forever 305
Well, the rain is hard and it pulls up, pulls up hard in a septic ditch
But not enough to drown me out, so I'm left looking up at this
At these stars spangled, wondering, who′s the God of that sky
And who′s the God of memory? What kind of kids did they kid?
Couldn't they make it rain a little more? Full this ditch up to the brink
′Cause I'm not trying to spend my final days in a Shenandoah precinct, precinct 305
Off the 8305, I′m floating forever, 305
Writer(s): Aaron Dowdy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

