From this grizzled bench seat; bolt-on frame all the stains

Of a junkyard sale

I抦 wondering if it抯 not just youthåŽÆ'ou know?

Old woes won抰 waste a conversation.

If only you could see my narrow throne抯 got a view to everything.

You won抰 win to bind a heart that抯 found belief,

Hope doesn抰 disappoint it only dreams.

So take your take your time,

Gaze while the air streaks by the static,

Doesn抰 make much sense with your back to expectation.

This battered second guess reflex just lost its grip on me.

Regrets misplaced in time won抰 hope to choke ambition now,

And for all you know, friend you can抰 afford to miss the ratio.

These rusty suburbs leave no space for truck stop raids

And these dedication songs, 

Just hold the meantime for something more.

Through all this time did you really think I抎 let you run my aspirations dry?

Give it up, cast up your eyes, just let me fill my life with light.

Friends shouldn抰 have to wage these wars, so let抯 stop here.