Conor Oberst
Susan Miller Rag
When all the knots of tension keep you from getting loose
Relax your love, relax your living and cruise
Past the peoples' choice and their backwards attitudes
When you're done all sleeping and all your dreams fall through
Relax your rush, relax your grieving
And lose yourself in the till of your woodwind solitude
Light in the corners of the room
In your Eighth House is a rising moon
Better get out of here soon
Far away from the rag trade
Fa away from this maritime state you're stuck in
Relax your law, relax your ego and groove
From the deep-sea dive to the nose-bleed altitudes
When you divide the memories outside the photo booth
Relax your cause, relax your feeling and choose
Not the one that you want but the one they just handed you
When wet tequila gimmicks starts off but gets you juiced
Relax your thoughts, relax your breathing and do
What you want, when you want, with whoever you wanted to
The sun's eclipsed as Saturn swoons
And you your Eighth House is a darkened room
Is it midnight or high noon?
Far away from the rag trade
Far away from this marathon race you're running
Relax your costs and dodge the zeroes and prove
What you think that you can to whoever you needed to
Far away from the rag trade
Far away from this maritime state
Far away from the rag trade
Far away from this maritime state you're stuck in
You're stuck in