Lyrics Conor Oberst – Enola Gay

He didn’t give you that nickname
But you smile when he calls you Enola Gay
Turns the lights down low for your migraines
And fetches what you’ve strewn

All around the room up and down the hall
Asking for your sodium pentothal
So that you can read aloud from your big tell-all
Anecdotes in platitudes

This world’s mean getting meaner too
So why you do have to make it all about you?
There is no harm in stepping to the side

Light your hurricane lamp when the sky goes dark
The wind is pissed off and the sun is at large
Know what you’ve got to do
It’s just a matter of pride

Till you vanish like the rest
Out of sight and out of mind

Working all day in the control room
Mashing Charles Manson songs up with show tunes
The feelings come quick but they leave as soon
Like music from a passing car

It’s crowded in the club where you meet your friends
Trying to save some room for the elephant
Every day is a chore and you’re not done yet
You didn’t think it would be this hard

The run’s begun and we’re a nervous crew
So why you trying to make it all about you?
It’s not so bad, it’s just a flash of light

Light your hurricane lamp when the sky goes dark
The rain is upset it just falls apart

Till you vanish like the rest
Out of sight and out of mind
Till you vanish like the rest
Out of sight