One Newport left in the pack I know that we ain't coming back Waving goodbye to my friends Beginnings can feel like the end Thrusters go off underneath Vibrations under my feet Can't help but think of that thrill Card in my spokes as…

After all is said and done, what do I have to show for it? Always projects to be done, will I ever get rid of them? Empty buckets in the hall to catch the rain when it comes in Vintage sofa torn to shreds, the cat's been having fun again…

This is hot trash

Happy Birthday, but not too loud Mid-life crisis head into town One foot in the cradle, one foot in the grave I still feel young but I can sense a change There has got to be more than this Crooked lines with straight edges Michael tells…

Midnight, daylight, coming undone Shooting stars and the rising sun Packed up camp and I hit the trail Gonna find a place 'tween Heaven and Hell Full Sail Half Baked biscuits in a pan Lo-fi high stakes game I'm gonna win Chart my course…

They turned the old house into rubble with my memories inside Picture frames still hanging, glimmer still in your eyes I think of all the parties that we used to throw Glitter clung to the baseboards like new fallen snow And I'm wishing…