1. |
Elizabeth
02:18
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I'm all alone when the sun sets
Across a couple of states there's a girl whose middle name is Elizabeth
I got a broken guitar and a bottle of whiskey
And I'm lucky as hell because I got a girl who misses me
And I can't give you the world tied to a string
And it tortures me because all I want is to give you everything
Everything
Can't even write a song that sounds half decent
Can't give you a boy who hasn't already jumped off the deep end
Who in two months won't be leaving
But I swear to God, I see your soul in those blue eyes
And every time the sun do rise
I realize how much I love you
And I swear to God, I wish this wasn't so fucked up
I wish it was easy to love
But somehow you still stay so true
Now it's 4 a.m. and I don't know what to do
Once again I'm lost without you by my side
For another night
But I'll do what it takes to make you happy
Be it children, or travel, or Cincinnati
I'll there
I'll be there for you
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2. |
Truckin'
02:53
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Hearing everybody being alive tonight
Has stirred up feelings inside
I keep on asking how I'm gonna get by tonight
And I have yet to decide
Don't mind me it's just the anxiety you're talking at
Don't mind me it's just another panic attack
Truckin', and I'm tryna get by
And I'm fucking up every little thing in my life
Straight stunting, and I'm digging this vibe
But I don't know how much longer I can keep my friends by my side
Amphetamines and weed are killing the time tonight
Of which I've begun to lose track
And I've got a flight to catch at 12:35 tonight
And I have yet to start to pack
But don't mind me it's just the anxiety you're talking at
Don't worry I'm a little bit unwell
Don't mind me it's just another panic attack
Don't worry my life's a living hell
Truckin', and I'm tryna get by
And I'm fucking up every little thing in my life
Straight stunting, and I'm digging this vibe
But I don't know how much longer I can keep my friends by my side
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3. |
Bywater Blues
04:43
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I'm stuck out here by the Mississippi bend
Smoking another pack of cigarettes
I got barely enough to cover rent
I'm fucked if it goes up again
I'll quit tomorrow, I swear to God
I'll see you in two months on Long Island
Then it's goodbye again for about a month
I guess I really should toughen up
I'm a rolling stone and so I can't stay long
But it feels like home in your arms
We're a long way from where we started
Nothing less is what we set the bar with
It's all happened before and you're not alone
Or so I've been told
By beautiful faces standing on broken stages
And singing me sweet repose
I got a speeding ticket on Charter Street
Okay, that's a lie, I got three
I'm getting fucking sick of New Orleans
But I got your letters they mean a lot to me
In California, I was okay
Because I had no baby missing me anyway
I got lost in the crowd living in L.A.
Now I pray to be found living in LA
It's different now, it's different I swear
Because every girl looks like you out here
They didn't quite get the right wisp of your hair
Or the tranquil spirit you take with you everywhere
I told you things I never told anyone
I told you everything that I was scared of
You said you loved me and you thought I was strong
You said it inspires you when I open up
It's all happened before and you're not alone
Or so I've been told
By beautiful faces standing on broken stages
And singing me sweet repose
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4. |
Man on the Moon
04:39
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The band of time
Stretches but it never breaks
Feeling fine
Bored and restless and awake
Man on the moon
He's stuck there for eternity
Feeling blue
For people getting dressed and ready
The craters cliff
He takes a deep breath and jumps off of
Floating down
He gently rests on top of stardust
Up above
Supernova, stars explosion
Fire rains down
He shuts his eyes and prays it kills him
He drifts asleep
His apathy becomes so tiring
He dreams of life
As a person who could feel some passion
In the corner
He sees a glimmer, a reflection
Slowly walks over
To see what present he was left with
An odd device
With strings and buttons and foot pedals
He takes a seat
And begins to play a melody
The man on the moon
Makes music for us to rejoice in
He's thinking about you
With his instrument he toys with
A metal ship
A cluster of geometry
Floats from the mist
Dodging electricity
They disembark
Just beyond the pink horizon
A creature of grace
So colorful it blinds his eyes and
He grabs his gift
And makes the trek so he can meet
This newfound friend
His head fills up with poetry
To share with them
And to convince them to be a part of
His master plan
Magnum Opus, Piece de Resistance
Falls to his knees
He cannot believe his own eyes
Just a mirage
An illusion caused by starlight
The man on the moon
Sinks deeper into his darkness
His life once again is empty
Endless and so pointless
But what is this
Before he did not realize
With his gift
Life lights up before his eyes
Not a mirage or
A figment only in his head
He a plays a song
And raises beauty from the dead
If he keeps playing
Never will he be alone
So forever
He spends playing his notes
The man on the moon
Makes music for us to rejoice in
He's thinking about you
With his instrument he toys with
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