Something Real Songtext / Lyric

words and music by emily saliers



I've seen the sun on a funeral, the full moon in a midday sky

Tactician politician hold his head and wonder why

I'm always struck that much harder by the power of suggestion

By now I know the answer's always in the question



Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car

All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football

More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills

I've got to get back to something real with you



I had to call your parents to get your number again

I was either gonna be the prodigal or the banished friend

We were standing against an outside wall, I was afraid of what you'd say

It took me ten years to call you back but here we are today






Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car

All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football

More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills

I've got to get back to something real with you



So life has brought you this: two marriages and three kids

And me life as slick as ice that finally hit the skids

You're as sweet as you ever were

A slight sickness of regret washes over me

And in the end that's all I get



Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car

All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football

More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills

I've got to get back to something real

I've got to get back to something real

I've got to get back to something real with you