Enola Gay-Conor Oberst

　　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 your room

　　Up and down the hall

　　Asking for your sodium pentothal

　　So you can read aloud

　　From your big tell-all

　　Anecdotes and platitudes

　　This world's mean and getting meaner too

　　So why do you have to make it all about you?

　　There’s no harm in stepping to the side

　　Light your hurricane lamp when the sky goes dark

　　The wind's pissed off and the sun's at large

　　And what you got to do is just a matter of pride

　　Until 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’d be this hard

　　The roots be good, 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’s upset, it just falls apart

　　You will get your wish, it’s just a matter of time

　　Until you vanish like the rest

　　Out of sight and out of mind

　　Until you vanish like the rest

　　Out of sight