Written by Ryan Walsh, © 2009 Reverse The Tape Decks (ASCAP)

jammed by these satellite signals
our path now encumbered by clouds
our secret plans spoken out loud
the devil’s in the details but
no one really knew that till now

you’ve got Everett wearing x-ray glasses
trying to get off in the sand
while Casey makes a map of the land
we get beat up and punched out
beat up and punched out
beat up and punched out
yeah, we almost get gone

all I need are 8 cups of coffee
some beer and my cigarettes
we’ll steer the ship towards the rocky inlets
behold the cargo in the water — an ocean full of country duets

“kill me, Captain Courage, I love you
but my paper pilots are caught in a trap”
and nothing’s gonna bring them back
so the obits in the paper detail everything
that slips through the cracks

treat me like the probation officer you never had
i’ll get you work in a book-binding warehouse
but if you fall across the wayside I really can’t
be called to repeat what I once screamed

all these pilots becoming part of my life
as my old self goes under the knife
the doctor says, “don’t worry, cuz
I know this procedure like I know the back of my wife.”
And that’s pretty damn well

jammed by these satellite signals
our path now encumbered by clouds
our secret plans spoken out loud
the devil’s in the details but
no one really knew that till now