Honolulu Blues Lyrics - Clear Heart Full Eyes - Craig Finn

A man darkened our doorway 

He said he's here to share the good news 

He had a smile straight from the movies 

But when I looked down at his shoes 

There were holes and they showed his toes 

The right was left. The black was brown 

And later on in the garage I couldn't find my chainsaw 

In the distance I heard trees just falling down 

I was underneath the city I was riding around on trains 

Fell asleep before Nassau Ave. 

And I ended up in Maine 

There were big tall trees and rocky coastline 

And the waves came in so wild 

But for all the natural beauty there were still so many kids that were asking me for something that could help them to get high 

We're all good. We're all bad 

We're euphoric and we're sad 

We roll the rock away and check the tomb 

We're awake and we're aware that we're confused and cold and scared 

And the cross reminds us that He died for me and you 

Woke up in the ocean with the Honolulu Blues 

Joan Didion and Graham Greene 

Said roughly the same thing 

You bring your Jesus to the jungle 

Try to teach people to sing 

All the hymns that you love because you learned them as a kid and they make perfect sense to you 

There's a point in time when thousands die 

And you've got to maybe think that maybe Jesus isn't getting through 

We're freezing in the forest 

There's no wood to heat the house 

We took axes ti the furniture 

We pulled the floorboards out 

There's animals scratching at the door 

And they know we're gonna die 

There were big tall trees and rocky coastline 

And the waves came in so wild 

We're all wild. We're all free 

We're all back from Tennessee 

With the souvenirs to prove that we were there 

We're flying round in planes 

We're riding around in trains 

Searching out those panoramic views 

Woke up in the ocean with the Honolulu Blues 

We're all good. We're all bad 

We're euphoric and we're sad 

We roll the rock away and check the tomb 

We're awake and we're alarmed at the scars scratched in your arm 

The cross reminds us that He died for me and you 

Woke up in Oahu with the Honolulu Blues.