Another late night walk through Montague street could never afford more than a week in these sheets try to spend Midwest money on a brownstone dream always ends up reflective on pedigree I’m the son of a father who lost his father real young so had children real young not to squander Those moments in life most simple and tender now I’m a father, I look back to remember Sand hill light, moon reflected off the lake at night Complicated dreams, bust out of that small town through the crack in the seams Take hold of my hand, if you can, please catapult me. Now my head’s back up north, I don’t know if it should be I’m real drunk on Houston, meet Shin in the Bowery Talk shit on the drummer, my Indian summer She’s gonna be famous, I let myself wonder Why don’t I call home more? Why’s it such a chore to tell people you love them before there’s no more time for the taking. I think from this hotel of all the times that we spoke and I only talked ‘bout myself People change, and you can’t upset when you miss the race You ain’t the same, some fraction of the carbon that you used to be Take hold of my hand, if you can, please catapult me.

I just complain - man, there’s no time like the present Been feeling pretty reticent, worn out, these days I’m getting older still - trying hard not to “adult” too much Let the jade and cynicism touch seep down into my bones When I think I’ve found some ground, start feeling turned around Never thought that I’d long for the things that I had before That shitty old apartment that cold in winter time Never see what I have until, it’s left me but even still I wonder, is it all just in my mind? I’ll try to explain - near at all where my head’s been at My ego’s left, my heart’s intact - they say that makes me a better man? I can never tell - trying hard not to lust too much Quit drinking, that was just a crutch, seems trouble’s who I am When I think I’m climbing clean, I lose grip and fall rappelling Never thought that I’d long for the things that I had before Those nights I got to high I’d try to will you through my door Never see what I have until it’s left me but even still I wonder just what I’m longing for One day you’ll realize - that you are just who you are All the meditation, conversation with yourself don’t go too far Me, I’m a lazy one - I like few but I love deep I don’t care too much for sleep, always found it too routine On the nights I find my rest, I wake up wondering what I’ve missed

Wait for camellia to bloom In the backyard welcome warm now On a chain link fence I’m bored now As I’m looking out on the drown of English ivy, spreading, coming out of my teeth As the green all turns from yellow, grasshopper on a marigold petal We’ve been laughing just for fun, I’ve been rewinding everyone Maybe I missed something pretty? Maybe I was too hard on this city? Maybe I wanted to see something I could never see here alone with you, I’ve been shown just who we could be Wait for some money to clear like a cloud part, restart saving We’re masked, but we’re still singing We can watch the fire til’ its dead Nowhere to go but back to bed Hey, so often lonely without reason But this feels solely like our season I heard you talking while you slept I thought to wake you up, except Maybe I would miss something pretty? Maybe I was too hard on this city? Maybe I wanted to be something I should never be here alone with you, I’ve been shown just who we should be And one day when all is done and this is just “something that happened once,” hope we’re mindful of our luck, hope we’re reminded of our love A burden it’s been but best, got me thinking about the west, I always sought solidago views until I was alone with you.

A Capital transplant when she was only in her teens coming back down to her mother, who gave her up at just two days running from and toward loves both lost and found with the south not what she’s after, it would only slow her down (slow down) When the journey ain’t what you expect, and the learning’s far behind You can head back up to Baltimore to exercise your mind Dig in deep on faith and scene, it may be what you need when changing plans becomes the plan, you’ll start to believe She said, you’ll only wake up, if He wakes you up Respect like a drink - let’s both fill our cups The kids come first, the rest you can just scrub clean ‘Cause if you wanna know who I am You’ve gotta know where I’ve been (and) She’s been tested by her good faith, grasped a gun in her hand Defending innocence abandoned at the hands of a man a child born unto a child seems to drop you to your knees Spirit stops the trigger tremble, points you back toward what you need And the devil don’t discriminate, he just paces outside The church pews waiting for your strength to subside He may catch your weakest, see the fear in your eyes then he’ll test you like a proctor, he may water down your pride I’ve been abandoned, I’ve been found - I’ve held hope, I’ve seen faith granted I’ve been tethered to a man who laid his hands on me unwanted I’ve been a daughter, been a mother, felt the heat of southern summers I’ve been a dancer, been a singer, while I praise a bigger picture I’ve been homesick, been burned out, I’ve been in love, been let down Been faithful to a spirit, steers home even when the tide’s out Been navigating chapters of my many pages written what I’d like to find the most is someone who might listen.