PCH One

Let's leave on Saturday

Let's leave Friday night

I can't promise

I'm not really sure we'll be all right

I don't know much, but I'm not too messed up to see

Baby, you're the only thing I know I'd hate to leave

Now, or I guess we never will

Pull the trigger, I don't care which myth I kill

Struggle through the S's, through the tunnels in the trees

Through this sticky optimism hardening in me

It might do some good just to wake up by the sea

To the smell of breath and greasy hair and car seats

Now, or I guess we never will

Pull the trigger, I don't care which myth I kill

Play the one, it works out for the best

And the best is always yet to come

PCH One might be a catalyst, our panacea

Play the one where no one's really gone

Every answer's buried in a song

PCH One might be a mending kit

I need some mending

Let's leave on Saturday

Let's leave Friday night

I can't promise

I'm not really sure we'll be all right