Paul Banks & The Carousels

Yelling At The Sun

Art By Dave Eggers

Floats on Satellites

Yelling at the Sun

Call your man on the phone
He'll always answer you
When you think you are alone
'Least you won't feel it, too
You got a guy
He's in the sky
You got a fall-back plan
In case you don't find what you need
So what you want from dear old me?

Go out dancing with a friend
And read a book or two
But cage it off if words or feelings
Crawl inside of you
You'll never share
What's growin' deep in there
But you got a fall-back plan
In case you don't find what you need
So what you want from dear old me?
(That's you!)

So call your man on the phone
He'll always answer you
When you know you are alone
'Least you won't feel it, too
You got a guy
He's in the sky
He floats on satellites
In case you don't
Find what you need
So what you want from dear old me?

I can't compete with a cloud, because
I challenge those I love
And I do it out loud
Every time
I guess I'm kinda sorry
Yeah, I s'pose I'm sorta sorry
But you could do it right back