whoever's house it was forgot to turn the balcony lights on we felt around and kicked the ground for a place to sit down. you were cold so i gave you my coat, and you came close. we just sat there, on the swinging chair, breathing up the air…

when you wake up and it feels like its further away you get discouraged could it have really gone unnoticed what you're tryin to find isn't so black or so white it's more rooted in faith and less in fate what you're tryin to find isn't so gift…

this time, won't even settle for slant rhyme if it means choosing each tired phrase over one no one else'd say who listens to the words anyway? just so that i'm sure you'll hum along every time, it ends with five to one every time. this…

I keep my mouth shut cos I don’t wanna be I don’t wanna be obscene I keep my eyes shut cos I don’t wanna see I don’t wanna see what you won’t see in me Sheared, shucked, soaking in the mud None you could shake from me Tucked up, pulled tight…

each time I’d look at you I was looking for a breakthrough some emptied sigh, some reasons why everything I’d left behind reckless provisions for some blooming vine followed me, in the back of my mind forgive me, mother for the lamb…

when you wake up and it feels like its further away you get discouraged could it have really gone unnoticed what you're tryin to find isn't so black or so white it's more rooted in faith and less in fate what you're tryin to find isn't so gift…

K.G. wanted to write a "good times" song and i think he hit this one out of the park. here in indy the highway does a big loop around the city. add some fun and music and that equals a rockin' good time.