Off the Record - My Morning Jacket

Sorry 'bout the things that I had to say

And I’ll make it up to you right now at the penny arcade

In an open car or wherever you are

Push yourself too far and it might get hot

Well, I really don’t need the confusion

And, you know, I just ain’t the type

To get all wrapped up in the illusion

Of doing something that I know ain’t right, right, right

Right, right

You’ve got to want to rearrange

And keep it off the record, off the record

You’ve got to know that we will change

And keep it off the record, off the record, come on

In a crowded room, near the box of boom

To an artificial tune, I see you swoon

Well, you knew all this would turn to mist

If your idea wasn’t kissed, why’re you so pissed?

Well, I know you don’t need the confusion

And I know you just ain’t the type

To get all wrapped up in the illusion

Of doing something that you know ain’t right, right, right

Right, right

Right, right

Right, right, right

You’ve got to want to rearrange

And keep it off the record, off the record

You’ve got to know that we will change

And keep it off the record, off the record

You’ve got to want to rearrange

And keep it off the record, off the record

You’ve got to know that we will change

And keep it off the record, off the record, come on