From this grizzled bench seat; bolt-on frame all the stains
Of a junkyard sale
IćŚ wondering if itćŻ not just youthĺou know?
Old woes wonć° waste a conversation.
If only you could see my narrow thronećŻ got a view to everything.
You wonć° win to bind a heart thatćŻ found belief,
Hope doesnć° disappoint it only dreams.
So take your take your time,
Gaze while the air streaks by the static,
Doesnć° make much sense with your back to expectation.
This battered second guess reflex just lost its grip on me.
Regrets misplaced in time wonć° hope to choke ambition now,
And for all you know, friend you canć° afford to miss the ratio.
These rusty suburbs leave no space for truck stop raids
And these dedication songs,
Just hold the meantime for something more.
Through all this time did you really think Ić let you run my aspirations dry?
Give it up, cast up your eyes, just let me fill my life with light.
Friends shouldnć° have to wage these wars, so letćŻ stop here.
