Paroles: The Walkmen. Lisbon. Juveniles.

You're someone else
Tomorrow night
Doesn't matter to me

'Cause there's a sun dying
Into the hill
You got all I need

You pulled a blanket across my eyes
It's a tragedy
Take a lonely look from my side
It's a tragedy

Oh, country air
Is good for me
No matter who's side I'm on

Let these dead leaves
Dry in the sun
I'll be up and gone

There's a stranger outside
Oh Lord
He's a wiser man than I
Oh Lord

I am a good man
By any count
And I see better things to come

Could she be right?
When she repeats
I am the lucky one

You're one of us
Or one of them
You're one of us
Or one of them

You're one of us
Or one of them
You're one of us
Or one of them

You're one of us
Or one of them