Next Of Kin - Conor Oberst

　　I saw a crash on the interstate

　　It left a feeling I could not shake

　　Just a name in a database

　　Who must be notified

　　It's not a phone call I want to make

　　A stranger answers I hesitate

　　Got some bad news that couldn't wait

　　Are you sitting down?

　　Her bathrobe hangs on the bedroom door

　　Though she's been dead for a year or more

　　He buried her by the sycamore

　　So that he could keep her close

　　It broke his heart and it made him old

　　Tries to rebuild but it just erode

　　People say that's the way it goes

　　But he don't feel that way

　　Get too drunk and you can't perform

　　Something dies when a star is born

　　I spread my anger like Agent Orange

　　I was indiscriminate... yeah

　　I met Lou Reed and Patti Smith

　　It didn't make me feel different

　　I guess I lost all my innocence

　　Way too long ago

　　She called my bluff and she won the fight

　　I ran outside in the hot twilight

　　I had a lighter that didn't light

　　Though I know I shouldn't smoke

　　I was gone, I was free to leave

　　Walking fast down The Bowery

　　Tears in my eyes so I couldn't see

　　But I made my way back home