I spent nine days on the road
Back and forth between my state and the coast
Trying to make these floors my home
Parked out on the lawn
My real world is gone
When will we ever get this off the ground?
I can't say that what i want is what I've got
And I can't stay
'Cuz it's not what I really want
And you can't wait
Just make your moves and take me home
Good luck with
Trying to find a weekend with me
Good luck's been
A bad attempt at the plans that I've made
And they're not sure (they're not remembering)
It's all a blur (too much of everything)
Good luck with finding that
Good luck I'm lacking tonight
I'll spend one month on the road
Back and forth on this coast made out of gold
Trying to write some folks back home
I spent hours on the train
With thoughts between my ears that can't be tamed
The sights have changed
My drive is still the same
On this late night shift to drive home
The ringing in my ears
Reminds me that we're not alone
And if we find ourselves wherever we've been tossed
We'll always be searching but we'll never be lost
credits
from Waist Deep,
released September 1, 2012
Written by TJ Piccirillo
Mixed by Jason Zivic at Z Music North
Mastered by Tony Gillis at The Cutting Room
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