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The Station I’ll meet you at the station. I’ll bring a change of clothes. I’ve been in such a fog lately and I don’t think anybody knows. I’ve been running around in circles. I’ve been losing my mind. You won’t recognize me maybe you won’t throw me a line. Are we… falling? I forgot what I was saying. I forgot where I was going, again. I didn’t mean for things to get so out of hand. I didn’t mean to lose my way. And now I’m picking up the pieces. Some of the things that I misplaced Starting again from the beginning. Oh, how I’ve missed this place. Are we… falling? I’ll meet you at the station. I’ll bring a change of clothes. I’ve been in such a fog lately and I don’t think anybody knows.

Floating I see my old friends all the time Some don’t even remember my name It’s not like I gave them a choice While I was floating away from here Sometimes I feel like my body is gonna shut down. I drive on the backroads all day on my way back to town. Driving in circles all day doesn’t help. I’m still floating. I passed by your house yesterday On the way to my grandfather’s grave The neighborhood really has changed So why do I feel just the same as I did back then? Sometimes I feel like my body is gonna shut down. I drive on the backroads all day on my way back to town. From the eagle to Rockwood And then back to the high school again. Driving in circles all day doesn’t help. I’m still floating.

On The Moorings. Some days there is chop Rough currents that pull With or against the wind Or wind from the north You were never any good for me Though I loved you anyway Even when you brought me to my knees I still loved you just the same One day it’s too rough to swim When the cumulous picks up gale Stand barefoot on the moorings And read the river surface You will come to know the river As you know as house As you know a body A medium to move through When you are ready, wade in – Expect a jolt, a shutter – when your body immerses When you transpose From land to water creature, Which you once were. Which you once were. Which you once were. And a strong north pulling tide Keep your head down Swim through the waves Not against them You were never any good for me Though I loved you anyway Even when you brought me to my knees I still loved you just the same

Scratches & Bridges There’s really so much more than bridges between us Scratches on my back that make me who I am Remind me where I’ve been and who I left behind It’s bringing me to tears That I can’t get back all the years I blame it on myself And it defines me as a man Cause I got scratches on my back. And I got bridges to cross. And they remind me where I’m at. And I got bridges to cross. I’m running out of lies Chasing down my demons Smoking myself silly Tearing it all down Spinning around in circles Always on my mind I’m trying to remember This long & winding road Screaming bloody murder No one hear my cries I got some scratches on my back. And I got bridges to cross. And they remind me where I’m at. And I got bridges to cross. So many scars I can’t keep track. And I got bridges to cross. I got some scratches on my back. And I got bridges to cross.

Yesterdaze Stare out the window And look at the river all day Tracing my footsteps And trying to find my way Why can’t I shake this feeling Why can’t I quite remember That day in September That changed my life forever All my yesterdaze They seem so far away I need a time machine To get back home to you But then I remember time machines aren’t real Stand on the shoreline And watch as the clouds roll by I’m drunk and defeated Pretending that everything’s OK I’m lying to myself And I’m lying to my friends all the time But you can’t blame me for trying Like you blame me for everything else

Hopeless Entrance Maybe I was out of line Hope you don’t block my number baby I could use a sign Trying to live this life this way In this world With the world the way it is please excuse my lack of concentration I promise I’ll do better next time Don’t erase my number I’ll call you back tomorrow If i can remember Could you just not? Sometimes i just don’t My broken device My past and present just won’t Get out of my vice I’m going down the hill Order some drinks with ice Maybe even pay the bill If i can remember Try to make some sense I need a vacation from The hopeless entrance I spent the day in bed Saw the news on Facebook And it says “The world is gonna end” My friend shared that sentence I think I need a vacation from The hopeless entrance