Текст: Conor Oberst. Outer South. Eagle On A Pole.

Saw an eagle on a pole, I think it was an eagle
Watched its shadow fly 'cross the cement
I woke up in the snow
All the trees were crowds of people
No coat, no shoes, no idea where they went

I followed the fence line, thin
Back where the yard begins
My woman, she stood crying like a man

Said, where have you been?
Where have you been?
I thought you said that all of that was done
El Cielo es azul, just don't go telling everyone

Thought the kettle was a train
Thought that Monday was a door frame
I tried so hard to finally settle down
Heard the fire pop and snap like a tack piano rag
I never could get used to happy sounds

But I hope the world's exposed
A cruel and elaborate hoax
That convinces me to walk without a cane

But what can you do?
What can you do?
I always heard that what is done is done
El Cielo es azul, just don't go telling everyone

The past don't ever quit, those boxes in the attic
Baby shoes and taxidermy dreams
While the ashes of the dead, like a dandelion head
Explode and then are scattered by the breeze

And it's such a long way back
To all the fun that I had
When nothing ever seemed to bother me

But what can you do?
Child, what can you do?
Sleep beneath the stars and toil in the sun
El Cielo es azul, just don't go telling everyone
El Cielo es azul, just don't go telling everyone