Not In Kansas

Not In Kansas - The National

Lyrics by：Matt Berninger

Composed by：Aaron Dessner/Anne Eickelberg/Brian Hageman/Hugh Swarts/Jay Paget/Mark Davies

I am not in Kansas

I can't slow down and I can't stand it

Broadcast News into Hallelujah

Hanne Darboven had a great idea

Make a list write it down

Shave your head draw a crown

Move back home with mom and dad

The pool is drained and they're not there

My bedroom is a stranger's gun room

Ohio's in a downward spiral

I can't go back there anymore

Since alt-right opium went viral

I am not in Kansas

Where I am I don't know where

Take me for a walk and blame this

On the water dripping off the spear

You even get to wear a dress

And feed his flesh to wayward daughters

Everyone is so impressed

Teachers neighbors and mothers fathers

First Testament was really great

The sequel was incredible

Like the Godfathers or the first two Strokes

Every document's indelible

Infidels and Heartbreak Beats

Smidges of bad ecstasy

I must have left it in my pocket

With my Christianity in my rocket

I'm binging hard on Annette Bening

I'm listening to REM again

Begin the begin over and over

Begin the begin over and over

I am not in Kansas

Where I am I don't know where

Take me for a walk and blame this

On the water dripping off the spear

If the sadness of life makes you tired

And the failures of man make you sigh

You can look to the time soon arriving

When this noble experiment

Winds down and calls it a day

My shadow's getting shorter

I'm a child at the border

Oh Godmother you can't ignore us

There isn't anybody else left to love us

I wanted you when I was a child

I raked the leaves and I started fires

Now I'm reading whatever you give me

It's half your fault so half forgive me

I'm way behind in reflex math

Biphasic sleepless emotional crashes

Two days into one shove 'em together

I always wake up way before the weather

My mother needs an army

But I'm leaving home and I'm scared that I won't

Have the balls to punch a Nazi

Father what is wrong with me

I am not in Kansas

Where I am I don't know where

Take me for a walk and blame this

On the water dripping off the spear

Oil droppers rubber gloves

I raked the leaves I lit 'em up

I read whatever it is you give me

It's half your fault so half forgive me

At the real Neil Armstrong taught me

To play cutthroat at my Aunt Angela's house

While my real dad's skate got caught in the ice

And he drove us home with a spiral fracture

It was then I was enlightened

Roberta Flack the whole way home

I was entirely unfrightened

Dozing off and eternally un-alone

The flowers cover over everything

They cover over everything

The flowers cover over everything

I am not in Kansas

Where I am I don't know where

Take me for a walk and blame this

On the water dripping off the spear

Time has come now to stop being human

Time to find a new creature to be

Be a fish or a w**d or a sparrow

For the Earth has grown tired

And all of your time has expired

All the gardens are sprouting with flowers

All the treetops are bursting with birds

And the people all know that it's over

They lay down their ears

And they hang up their tiresome words