Sometimes I work too much.

. . . and so it ends as it began . . .

The violins are all me (as in all the other songs I've posted).

This is like 5 songs in one. (The drums at the beginning aren't the greatest, but give it a chance.)

Who needs a map?

The title comes from a story by Avram Davidson.

I have a tendency to distance myself from other people.

OUT OF THE EATER CAME FORTH MEAT. OUT OF THE ETHER CAME FORTH ME.

Break ups stink, especially when the other person gets petty.

Sticks and stones . . .