From this grizzled bench seat; bolt-on frame all the stains
Of a junkyard sale
IŠwondering if itŠnot just youthŽƒou know?
Old woes wonÅ waste a conversation.
If only you could see my narrow throneÅ got a view to everything.
You wonÅ win to bind a heart thatÅ found belief,
Hope doesnÅ disappoint it only dreams.
So take your take your time,
Gaze while the air streaks by the static,
DoesnÅ make much sense with your back to expectation.
This battered second guess reflex just lost its grip on me.
Regrets misplaced in time wonÅ hope to choke ambition now,
And for all you know, friend you canÅ 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 IŠŽ let you run my aspirations dry?
Give it up, cast up your eyes, just let me fill my life with light.
Friends shouldnÅ have to wage these wars, so letÅ stop here.