Song Lyrics

An eight ball and two and all
Is how I measure the length that I must go
To outrun you standing still

A soft light and such delight
A nervous gesture
That dropped me to my knees
Now I wonder where you are tonight

A hard fall and through it all
I never felt so callous
A cut sleeve and to believe
And once again I walked home alone

This old world, it counts for nothing
I did all I could do
Now I won't accept your blessing

On this, our final night
Won't live to see the light
Of morning

So I cling to apron strings
As I recall my father's dying words
"Some girls are sweet
Some girls are wicked"

From this tree comes out red seed
An ugly cloister of flat foot, bookish boys
Who'd as soon kick you as kiss you

And this old world, it counts for nothing
I did all I could do
Now I won't accept your blessing

On this, our final night
I won't live to see the light
Of morning

An eight ball and two and all
Is how I measure the length that I must go
To outrun you standing still

Colin Meloy

The duration of Standing Still is 4:51 minutes and seconds.