Lyrics Andrew Bird – Case In Point

I’m a breather mail receiver
And I don’t know where I stand
Not since someone informed me
That my house was built on sand

And I’m standing on the corner
When the buildings they all fell
If you blink once you’re a goner
Everything just goes pell-mell

It’s a real hard sell
My conceptual hell
Not even good for kindling
When the buildings they all fell

I’m a breather mail receiver
Bottom feader just getting by
And you know it’s all just par for the course
But you blame it on some non-existent force
Oh yeah, of course
You know you can’t ride the concept of the horse
But still I try

In a cartoon desert landscape
With a pair of ACME jetskates
Focused on my destination
I seem to have forgot my station
Now it’s time to face the nation

And I’m riding to meet you
On a brown gray speckled mare
But there’s something that unnerves me
Like I’m riding on thin air

It’s a real hard sell
My conceptual hell
Not even good for kindling
When the buildings they all fell

I’m a breather
Bottom feader
How many liters
Must I imbibe
And you know it’s all just par for the course
But you blame it on some non-existent force
Oh yeah, of course
You know you can’t ride the concept of the horse
But still I try