Trey Anastasio - Host Across the Potomac lyrics

Floodlights glare into desolate and empty rooms Twenty years, the red lights blazing Something's wrong, systems down the codes are broken 'Til our host across from the Potomac turned and stared A stream of mola**es Too late and so it folds Like a dream of a canon Is reckless that rolls Across a concrete floor Lime, hunted, outward, invisible Bleached white lift to nothing, at this end, connection dead Iron gates and names remembered To complement with invitations Young girls tag along lackadaisical In a crowd while up above the clouds Rich and billowy In dreams, a hundred voices Sounding out as one Daughters of joy all flowing past 50 years of bars The blue and golden lines Hungry, complex, crazy crew White lift to nothing, at this end, connection dead Sky rockets, alive and breathing Mad red glare in jade staring eyes Sky rockets alive and breathing The time has come for desks and chairs to be elevated The time has come for desks and chairs to be elevated The time has come for desks and chairs to be elevated Voices inside screaming Solemnly insure the real thing Blue eyes and blonde hair flowing Drunk like milk so thick and plush and sweet But it's a set up Poured and held for someone More than others do Six feet strained beyond the drop zone Pointing human joints The wrists and elbows And who is with you In this strange French curve Swooping downwards, eyes and minds on detection Another motive, just as deadly White lift to nothing at this end, connection dead The time has come for desks and chairs to be elevated (Sky rockets, alive and breathing) The time has come for desks and chairs to be elevated (Sky rockets, alive and breathing) The time has come for desks and chairs to be elevated (Sky rockets, alive and breathing)