Give Up on Guitars Lyrics

I was raised a Ulyssean,
I should give up on guitars.
There's a lot of people singing
But I don't care who they are.
Do you think I'm unaware?
I practice a lesser art.
Put Bright Eyes and I in a room somewhere,
You'd never tell us apart.
Now I have taken note of everything I've heard.
I'm responsible to silence and no longer to my word.
No longer to my word.

A drunken country singer
Got sent home in a cab.
I listened to his songs,
Sounds like someone hurt him bad.
I fixed him one last drink
Before he went to bed.
I took his crumpled jacket
And placed it beneath his head.
Cause we don't have a choice in whom we serve.
The heart's a vicious master but we've given him our word.
We've given him our word.
I long to hide my face.
Buried in your hair.
Mine's an ugly race
And your beauty is unfair.
I long to hide my face
In between your thighs.
My soul's a secret place
But by now it's known to your eyes.

And we don't have a choice in whom we serve.
The heart's a vicious master but we've given him our word.
We've given him our word.