Lyrics Whiteout Conditions - The New Pornographers

Whiteout Conditions

Flying and feeling the ceiling
I’m barely dealing
And the faces, the faintest of praises
Are too revealing
Such a waste of a beautiful day
Someone should say
It’s such a waste of the only impossible, logical way in
A fly-in in LA was open
I wasn’t hoping for a win
I was hoping for freedom
You couldn’t beat 'em
So you crumbled, you doubled your dosage
You wanna go, said the inhibitor blocking the passage
That thing is massive
And the sky will come for you once
Just sit tight until it’s done
The sky will come for you once
Just sit tight until it’s done
Got so hooked on a feeling
I started dealing
In a stage of grief so demanding
I got a stand-in
Every radio buzzing, it wasn’t the dream of the moment
Wasn’t the current that carried me, keeping me going
Only want to get to work
But every morning I’m too sick to drive
Suffering whiteout conditions
Forget the mission, just get out alive
Only want to glean the purpose
Only to scratch the surface, raise the plow
Suffering whiteout conditions
Forget your mission, just get out somehow
Everyone suddenly busy
Suddenly dizzy
You’re so easy, it’s pushing you over
You’re taking tours
Of a treacherous strip of the badlands
You have your demands
Maybe you riot for nothing — it’s just a bad hand
Only want to get to work
But every morning I’m too sick to drive
Suffering whiteout conditions
Forget the mission, just get out alive
Only want to glean the purpose
Only to scratch the surface, raise the plow
Suffering whiteout conditions
Forget your mission, just get out somehow
Flying and flat on the ceiling
I see myself
And the revival, it suddenly hits me
It’s going viral
Such a waste of a beautiful day
Someone should say
It’s such a waste of the only impossible, logical way in
Got so hooked on a feeling
I started dealing
But the days spent kicking the cages
Are too revealing
So committed to your misfortune
But still a cheater
Such a waste of a beautiful day
Wish you could be here