I was rolling quarters looking for 89s or Nebraskas
It’s an awful lot to ask of a pile of silver
But I could use a little bit of sentiment today
A little anxious, but okay - still homesick just the same.

Momma got sick, she said I do not listen or care
I took a long time to unpack it in the mirror
And found cluttered heaps of clothing where my focus used to be
I saw my son begin to walk, I saw my love’s patience fading

So it’s been years since I’ve spoken to the spirits
longer still if I thought that they could hear it
I’ll never fault you if you feel like disappearin’
Think I’m gonna’ go dark myself now

So we’re coming off of a heatwave - into that cold Norfolk rain
That shit don’t play around, I read it’s gonna wash away the town
By storm, maybe I won’t be here no more
Who’s to speak for my body - I hope I’m buried where I was born

And we woke up in Chesapeake, I was feeling hungover
That kind of hungover where you’re really just still drunk
I was thinking about riding on my 30th birthday
And how time moves on whether we like it or not