Fair to Midland
A Wolf Descends Upon the Spanish Sahara
[Verse 1]
If you're keeping score then you're bound to win
A bird's-eye view of a burning bridge
You've gone through ghost towns settle past
Hoping the risk was worth a cause

Oh, sound off the false alarm, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
But I'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory
And reap the rewards of proximity
I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require
And gather what's left unaccompanied

[Chorus]
It smells like disaster
It looks like a trap
So go by the wayside
And never look back

[Verse 2]
If you could spare me forty winks
While you cry wolf and I count sheep
What good old ghosts in Kevlar vests
With backbones like a jellyfish
Oh, stomp on your land again, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
But I'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory
And reap the rewards of proximity
I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require
And gather what's left unaccompanied

[Chorus]
It smells like disaster
It looks like a trap
So go by the wayside
And never look back

[Bridge]
If you're keeping score then you're bound to win
A ring side seat at the main event

Oh, stomp on your land again, oh

[Chorus]
It smells like disaster
It looks like a trap
So go by the wayside
And never look back