Liars - Gregory Alan Isakov

You take the big one

And I’ll take his brother

Let’s get this over with

'Cause I’m late for work

Do you remember when we were young

The swing sets, the costumes

The dirt in the sun

I sold all my baseball cards to buy me some clothes

That’s how it goes

That’s how it goes, and that’s how it goes

And I keep on thinking

It’s time to move on

Move out to the city so huge

Meet me some people

Seems these old hills

They keep on calling

The clouds 'round here talk

Man, I been listening

I sold all these clothes to buy me this land

Now I’m sorta happy most of the time

Most of the time

Been riding lots of trains

The same ones as you

How come you get to talk to everybody

I’m just looking out my window at the night view

You keep on pointing out my halo

Your big pointy finger

The six-fingered hand

I sold all this land

To buy me some dreams

Just like those movies we played when we were kids

Now we’re just liars

Now we’re just liars

Now we’re just liars

Now we’re just liars