The queue is blank The content is gone You sit in the dark Playing the same old songs They found out what you did wrong How you were a fake all along All your mistakes cataloged Your life is rearranged Your future is canceled Everything…

(The days skipped by, like a broken record. The only thing worse than going to the job was not going to the job. What was the point?)

Got the full package House, spouse, kids, cars Got some nice extras Fancy bourbon, old guitars Sisyphus with a laundry basket At the kitchen sink Can’t hear over this racket Can’t even think On paper it looks alright Another day in…

Lost in the angles and the tangle of the streets Chasing hits and stealing bits and paying for our dreams Spent our nights going deaf and going too far Burning up days in a California noir We were just Broke kids Trying to get fixed Broke…

She said most of the stars up there Have been dead for a billion years And all that light and heat Dissipated unseen Isn’t that the most perfect thing? Dead stars... She said all those stars you see Have been dead for an eternity All…

(One day he just didn't pick up the guitar. Too tired after work, or uninspired. He turned on the TV. A year passed. The strings went rusty and black. He looked over at it, leaning in the stand. Did he even remember how any of the songs went?)

Everything is a minimal gray Here in Pelican Bay There is no escape Here in Pelican Bay This house is full of people I never get to see Been living here for years They still don’t know me Just waiting out my days Here in Pelican Bay…

I stay up after the kids are finally down And my wife is deep asleep Sit in the dark Put a record on It’s the only time I’m free Alone with bourbon and my thoughts Or joined by the ghosts of friends I’ve lost Wandering the halls of memory…

Unused track from new album