rpm song from 2007, my wife's father had just died and i had to drive 4 hours to be with her, then spent 2 days with her and her family, then drove back home and left her there. this is the song about that journey home. the house is cold…

from my re-mix CD

the cold collides, outside, oh woe this hopless day, the warm resides, inside, makes me want to cry the emotions, that i hide, oh woe this hopless way, confide with the sky, don't ask me why and the branches swining, and the animals play…

amused, desire to feel inside and will i mean it confused, and scared of what I'll find, and will I believe it it's just a scratch but infection has already set it we go on like the world will never end no fear of tomorrow, no fear of today…

it's like, falling, without a sense of down it's like feeling, without a hint of doubt it's like melting without a pot to hold your soul it's like failing but without ever being told I'm fading, away their story could be our story their…

shame I make the same mistakes each time adding up, piling on this list of my crimes the biggest to the smallest weigh the same to me buried beneath of mountain with no hope of getting free holding on to my broken dreams shame I have no…

you used to be a person in your shell now you're just a shell so big inside your home the turrets face the lowly masses so big inside your home obvlious to the world as it cries out and the sun begins to shine upon our tiny world and…