Zigzagging Toward The Light-Conor Oberst

　　I'm blessed with a heart that doesn't stop

　　My mind's a weather vane, it spins around just like a top

　　Knows what the winds of fortunes bring in the season of the witch

　　Home is a perjury, a parlor trick, an urban myth

　　Oh, how the circumstances change

　　This world is smoke, and steel, and compromise, and meter maids

　　I'm going to leave here before too long

　　Zigzagging towards the light

　　I'm off to sing my bounder's song

　　True love, it hides like city stars

　　Nothing to gaze upon or contemplate how near or far

　　If it comes, it comes quite unannounced

　　A momentary glance

　　Lit up by sun or moon, by bonfire or ambulance

　　Then how the circumstances change

　　Feels unmistakable with no idea from where it came

　　But you will know it when it's gone

　　Zigzagging through the night

　　Half dead you sing your bounder's song

　　Half dead you sing your bounder's song

　　Half dead you sing

　　Half dead you sing

　　". . . Save for the bounder

　　Whose word is never kept

　　A vendor flowers

　　To state his mind

　　And bloom when he forgets . . ."

　　It's true that shadows tell the time

　　On sunny afternoons, on crowded sidewalks, passers-by

　　I'm in a cube that stretches out far as the eye can see

　　It forms a figure eight and goes on for eternity

　　Oh, how the circumstances change

　　I fly by interstate across a purple mountain range

　　I find a place to come undone

　　Zigzagging towards you now

　　I sing out loud my bounder's song