Okkervil River - So Come Back, I'm Waiting Lyrics






A black sheep boy revolves
over canyons and waterfalls.
A black sheep boy dissolves
in syringe or in shower stall.
He says "there's plenty of time to make you mine tonight,
there's plenty of time to make you mine."
He says "there's plenty of ways to know you're not dying,
all right.
Hell, there's plenty of light still left in your eyes.
in your eyes."

A black sheep boy grows horns, breathing smoke through his microphone.
The airwaves stretch and they groan,
bleeding, birthing his black diapason.
He says "there's plenty of things to wear when you come to me,
every color of sleeve to be rolled.
There are millions of rolling eyes that still cling to me.
Every language of king is concerned.
So why
did you bawl
from the spell of some old holy song

some liar laughed as he composed
some liar I loved to control?

A black sheep boy dissolves
in hot cream,
in sweet moans,
in each dead bed and empty home,
in each seething bacterium.
Killing softly and serial,
he lifts his head, handsome, horned, magisterial.
He's the smell of the moonlight wisteria.
He's the thrill of the abecedarian.
(See the muddy hoofprints where he carried you?)

And there's plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight,
and there's plenty of things to do on his dime.
And there's plenty of ways to wear his hide tonight.
You've got yours and I've got mine.
You've got yours and I've got mine.

So why
did you flee?
Don't you know you can't leave his control,
only call all his wild works your own?
So come back and we'll take them all on.
So come back to your life on the lam.
So come back to your old black sheep man.
He says "I am waiting on hoof and on hand.
I am waiting, all hated and damned.
I am waiting - I snort and I stamp.
I am waiting,
you know that I am,
calmly waiting to make you my lamb."





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  1. C.... S....

    This song makes me think of all the dogs that I've known in my life that have passed. I work with dogs for a living, there have been many. Many dogs that I have grown very close to, dogs that weren't mine, but dogs that I have loved as my own. You've got yours, I've got mine.

  2. J.... M....

    A black sheep boy revolves
    Over canyons and waterfalls
    A black sheep boy dissolves
    In syringe or in shower stall
    He says "there's plenty of time to make you mine tonight"
    He says "there's plenty of time to make you mine"
    He says "there's plenty of ways to know you're not dying
    All right
    Hell, there's plenty of light still left in your eyes
    In your eyes"

    [Verse 2]
    A black sheep boy grows horns, breathing smoke through his microphone
    The airwaves stretch and they groan
    Bleeding, birthing his black diapason
    He says "there's plenty of things to wear when you come to me
    Every color of sleeve to be rolled
    There are millions of rolling eyes that still cling to me
    Every language of king is concerned
    So why
    Did you bawl
    From the spell of some old holy song
    Some liar laughed as he composed
    Some liar I loved to control

    [Verse 3]
    A black sheep boy dissolves
    In hot cream
    In sweet moans
    In each dead bed and empty home
    In each seething bacterium
    Killing softly and serial
    He lifts his head, handsome, horned, magisterial
    He's the smell of the moonlight wisteria
    He's the thrill of the abecedarian
    (See the muddy hoof prints where he carried you?)

    [Verse 4]
    And there's plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight
    And there's plenty of things to do on his dime
    And there's plenty of ways to wear his hide tonight
    You've got yours, I've got mine
    You've got yours, I've got mine

    [Verse 5]
    So why
    Did you flee?
    Don't you know you can't leave his control
    Only call all his wild works your own?
    So come back and we'll take them all on
    So come back to your life on the lam
    So come back to your old black sheep man
    He says "I am waiting on hoof and on hand
    I am waiting, all hated and damned
    I am waiting, I snort and I stamp
    I am waiting
    You know that I am
    Calmly waiting to make you my lamb"

  3. Z.... G....

    uses the word abecedarian, doesn't want to be known as a nerd band....

  4. R.... R....

    At 14, I cried listening to this song on my bed (a dirty mattress set directly on the floor, older than me, grew up dirt poor) because I was jealous knowing whoever wrote this could feel. I could notfeel. not feel
    because if i started-
    i could
    not
    stop

    R.... R....

    Same I actually somewhat feel bad for innocent kids because once they are exposed to the dark shit in the world they change and grow to hate the world this actually happened to me at the age of 10 now I just don't know what to do with myself I've lost control of my life I started heavily smoking I just don't know what to do anymore

    R.... R....

    @Pariah The power to set oneself on the correct path lied within you, and only you, and it is always there. This world is full of evil, but without it we would not know how to be good, kind, loving. Be those things despite the hate you see, don’t let it control you, thats exactly what it want. Plant seeds of change with every encounter.

    I hope your travels are blessed with peace.

    R.... R....

    I know it was painful for you, and I can relate, but there is a transformative beauty in those moments that we constantly overlook. I hope happier times have come to you.

    R.... R....

    For the smoking, please get a copy of Alan Carrs book 'Easyway to Stop Smoking'. Just stopped after 18 years. You can keep smoking while you're reading it. Good luck :)

    R.... R....

    Oh, honey, it's been two years since you wrote that comment. I pray that you are in the best times of your life and that a lovely guy/girl has shown you all the wonders of life that your parents should have shown you all along. Sending love xxx

  5. D.... S....

    Fuck me. Lost for words, sorry. Peace.

  6. A.... W....

    Man the end

  7. B.... B....

    by far some of the best lyrics written within the past 30 years+.

  8. G.... B....

    You've got yours, I've got mine.

  9. M.... W....

    Hell there's plenty of light still left in your eyes

  10. F.... .....

    still love this album as much as ever

  11. V.... S....

    Meravigliosa. Un capolavoro vero.

  12. E.... M....

    You could say that about several okkervil river albums. Okkervil is truly unrivaled lyrical guenious.

  13. B.... ....

    it wasn't the song

  14. c.... ....

    una delle canzoni più belle che abbia mai sentito

  15. H.... ....

    Started crying at the end... I've heard this song many times but its never made me cry

  16. C.... M....

    Un brano splendido di un album stupendo.
    Grandi Okkervil River, non vedo l'ora che tornino in Italia!

  17. R.... L....

    grandi, anzi grandissimi Okkers!!!

  18. I.... S....

    @rcrellen1980
    prego :)
    cmq sono d'accordo cn te,
    una GRAN bel pezzo :)

  19. r.... ....

    grazie mille....volevo this version WITHOUT sin city.....un grangranGRAN'PEZZO....