Jolie Holland - Periphery Waltz

When the supreme authorities of our culture
Tell us to get down on our knees
And beg for salvation from some divinity
Is it any wonder there are people
Begging on the street for salvation from poverty

Well, it's no surprise to me
It's no surprise to me

I left my home in the church
I left my home in the suburbs to wander
Now I did it all for my dreams
And the star that I followed fell from the periphery
And the street lights Slipping down my windshield fell like falling stars

Down a dark country road
I first left my home when I was seventeen
And I paid my respects to my fellow rejects
But I tended to wander alone
Like I was listening to the words of a song
Whispered soft and low

Well it's kind of like dancing
It's kind of like losing your mind
And I've often considered
The impractibility of my life