When It All Comes Down - The Icicle Works

There is a place where angels rest just west of here

I think I’ll pack it up and go, It’s nice this time of year

Where dreams are swallowed whole, the whirlpool that’s the west

What we have is not the worst, But so far from the best

Stay here with me, Tide me over, Not sure where I’m bound

Love is surely all that matters, When it all comes down, When it all comes down

I met this sad old wino, lying in the road

A good friend of Jack Kerouac too drunk to lift his load

There’s gold up in the mountains, diamonds in the dust

I hope we’ll find it Jesus, we’re all messed up in different ways