Postcard

Down in the hole again
I Cannot remember what my life was like
Getting old instead
It’s been a few since I got on my bike

Do you know the way to get right back
To what today you lack
Do you have what you thought was in store
From way back when before

Slow moving time
Like a pencil drawn line
Erasers too close behind
So it’s dots

Are you asleep my friend
Cause I ain’t been awake as much as I had thought
Can’t try to pretend
To explain all of these years I got

Do you ever snap right out of it
This psychosis
Do you know the way to stop the bore
Like way back when before

Slow moving time
Like a pencil drawn line
Erasers too close behind
So it’s dots

Do you ever snap right out
Do you ever snap right out
Do you ever snap right out of it

Slow moving time
Like a pencil drawn line
Erasers too close behind
So it’s dots

End of my life
Paper’s boring and white
Like the reddest of lights
It stops

Hey my friend
I swear I’ll send
A postcard from the road

Wish that you
Could be here too
It’s harder than you know

Leavin’
Believin’

In between
The hardest things
Is all there ever was

Don’t believe
The hype baby
No reason just because

Please calm down
It’s just a town
That’s fifteen hours south

Of where you are
With your guitar
Quit crying on the couch