Umphrey's Mcgee Red Room Lyrics

Strange fascination, end of the day
Roots are tired and uninspired
Two thousand records won’t play any more
Always had the time
Taped VCR news and old ripped pics

There’s too much red in the room
There’s too much red
There’s too much red in the room

You seem to always come on over just a little too soon
Matchbox cars and plastic guitars
And the twelve bar blues brigade
You seem to always come on over just a little too soon
Your pocket was torn from a fist full of chords
And the best one’s got away

Basement’s got a smell, but I like it that way Obsessive compulsive relentlessly frosted
TV shows with no conversation seem to make the time
creep slow
I’m waiting around
From place to place to place

There’s too much red in the room
There’s too much red
There’s too much red in the room

Yea yea yea

You seem to always come on over just a little too soon
Matchbox cars and plastic guitars
And the twelve bar blues brigade
You seem to always come on over just a little too soon
Your pocket was torn from a fist full of chords
The best one’s got away