Craig Finn
Текст песни Jackson

Jackson was an actor.
At least he was when he was well.
Stephanie was good to me,
but not so much to herself.

We were holed up in a hotel room from August to November.
It was Jackson, me, and Stephanie and the rest I don't remember.

Stephanie appeared to me in the back half of the theater.
We met up with Jackson on the strand a few days later.

Pooled our funds and made a run
We were foolproof when it counted.
It was Jackson, me, and Stephanie
and it didn't seem all that much crowded.

Now, why you askin' about Jackson?
It was a long time ago
and nothing really happened.
Why you askin' about Jackson?

Jackson just got restless;
couldn't take the lack of action.
He was sorta like a shark;
just had to keep on swimmin'.

Sailors kept on coming off the boats down on the harbor.
It was difficult to stop; it was easy to get started.


Stephanie came on strong, but suddenly went weak.
She seemed a little speedy and her tongue worked at her teeth.
The sirens came behind us, it was a bit before we heard it.
It was Jackson, me, and Stephanie and for awhile it felt just perfect.

Why you askin' about Jackson?
It was a long time ago.
Nothing really happened.

Someone said he ended up in Denver.
Someone said he went to Kansas City.
Someone said he went off the deep end.
Some said he was livin' there already.

One day Jackson just didn't show up to the party.
One day Jackson just didn't show up to the party.

Stephanie was long on looks and short on mental health.
Said "Depression is an ocean, and it's prone to tides and swells.
Anxiety's persistent -- it's an ambitious politician.
It keeps knocking at your door
until you come and let it in.
I think that Jackson let it in.
I think that Jackson let it in.