Carey Alexander - A Sonder (Long, Strange) Lyrics

When the body leaves the soul
One goes missing, one goes cold
But I don't care about the bones
They were only just for show

Where do we go?
Where goes the soul?
Oh, where do we go?

Where do we go?
I'll scare when I'm to go

I scare when I'm alone
I found I care the most
When turned around about and upside down

I need a turn-me-around
Or an ambulance now

Help me, doctor, I'll eat my heart out

Doctor, I'm soul sick and everybody knows it
I'm squirming round and about
I'm upside down, inside out and how!

Doctor, help!
I barrel through the sordid
Officer, help

You know me sick, you knew me well

Wherever you're going
All by yourself
You'll get there all too soon

You'll learn to sweat
Or bolt the moon, you goon
At least, you should

Beats being dead
At least, it should
Could, Good

Prosper, I built a cell
Got a doctor here in this hell?

And when I finally find the time to die
Think you could dress the stage like I got crucified?

Doctor, pills to get well
Or John Proctor, give me a spell

The sickness, it twisted with a swiftness
Until my business was to sick myself
Was to sick my well

Oh, well
No, time didn't tell
It didn't show where we would go
There was no time for truth be told

Where do we go?
Where goes the soul?
Where do we go?
I thought I'd ask cotton-eyed Joe

Where do we come from?
Where do we go?
I really love the lies you told
Cotton-Eyed Joe, where do we come from, where do we go?

Where do we go?
I'd like to know

I'm cracking up
I'm hot and cold now
I've got some soul still
I'm shitty good

Could, should, would
Now a sweat's sounding pretty good, good
Could, should, would
Now that sweat's smelling pretty damn good
Good, good, good, good!
Now that sweat smell is pretty good
Good, should, would, should
Good, should, would, should
Good
Now I'd get well if I could

Doctor, I'm getting worse
Go get the nurse
Oh, just forget the cure and get the hearse

Pretty good, shitty good
Pretty good

It's a long strain
It's the strangest thing, I'm recondite

Tell me I'm strange, sell me I'm strange!

I lost today and my Laozi way
Everybody knows that I have I lost my way
I've rot my brain, lost today

This author's insane
He's wandered off the page
So the monsters won the day
Tell the doctor I will rage
Tell my father I was brave
Tell my mother I'm okay
Help the monsters come and play
I should pray for me

It was, long, strange
Enter the god's truth

Sonder: unchained
Help me I'm the strange man, help me today

Sonder: Long, Strange
Saunter, broad range
Somber soirée
Wander

I didn't call my doctor
I ate my heart out
I turned from upside down
To upright inside out

I got the monsters
Surrounding all ways
A final somber parade
A final wander and fade

Doctor, you're not my doctor
I'm feeling worse
Doctor, I'm pretty good if shitty's good

Pretty good, shitty good
Pretty good for shitty good

Fix me good
You're not my doctor
You're not my nurse
I'm getting pretty good at getting worse

Lost my soul
You know, I'd be more good if I could

From really sick to feeling worse
Got no soul, body's cold

It's time to go now
But where do we go?

You'll learn to sweat, you'll like it too
It's too good, it's too nice and good

If you ain't got no soul, go shoot the moon
Act like a goon
He's got no soul, where does he go?

He's gotta know the beat, he's gotta know his moves
You're not my doctor
I wrote the beat and know the moves

You'll feel the heat, then you will lose
You goddamned fools

Fix me a cell fit for a loon
I'm freaking out now
And I'm sweating good

Could being dead beat being good bad or worse?