All my friends go to Connecticut when they're a-fixin' to die, and they've made it home in one piece I guess but they can't do it every time. And I wanna float down the lazy ol' river that flows out into the sea, but the attics of our innocence could never bring you home with me or slow those poisons coursing through yr bones. Nadia, well she's a revolution. I find myself admiring the things she's been doin' out on the west coast when I'm on the east coast in a bad place. Some girl I don't know she's sitting on the road, talking to the cops in French. And I'm in the woods a-lying on my back, just drunk enough to dance to Danny Brown cause it will always remind me of my sweet, my sweet friend Maddie just like Red River Valley, it'll always remind me of my dear, my dear aunt Kathy and I'll miss them a lot which is a hole in the plot of this apathetic life. And so I'll sit on the porch and I'll look you in the eye, try to keep the conversation light, keep the conversation light.