I'm sittin' in a 10 by 12
a laptop and a Christmas elf
someone bought
at the secret holiday swap

empty suits with big old thighs
professional girls with awkward eyes
a notepad full of scribbles
and an email with no reply

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met a senorita
and I'm going to meet her
that's how I'm planning the great escape

una chica bonita
la cerveza mas fina
that's how I'm planning my great escape

and I'm only here today
because I need to get paid
Thinking 'bout college days
And mistakes I now wish I had made

didn't think it would end like this
with a big old laundry list
of things I
have yet to do

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the cubicle takes its toll
on the life of a working soul
and wallpaper reminds me
where I'd like to be

cant open these window blinds
afraid there's something I might find
beyond these four
semi permanent walls

The pain of ankle turned wrong
The sneeze of a fresh cut lawn
in mid July

We were kids back then
sleeping in a two man tent
with a big flashlight

The smell of a baseball mitt
The first time you heard --shit--
come out of your mouth

And we were kids back then
when the world was full of friends
that would spend the night

A peck on the cheek
From the girl down the street
Didn't wash it off

And we were kids back then
But we wanted to pretend
it was love

Go climb that old pine tree
come down and skinned your knee
like they said you would

We were kids back then
When a bruise was a trophy
to defend

A faceplant off your bike
The first time on a hike
with your old man

And we were kids back then
Hanging out with the men
and we ruled the world

Sitting here wasting away
Heard its your wedding day

Think of the places,
Remember the faces you
used to make

Inside my own mind too long
Everyone else moved on

Remember the dances
Think of the chances I
gave to you

When everyday's the same
Nothing ever changes

My heart retraces
empty spaces where
footprints used to be

Came down the mountain to find
All the things I left behind

The sand is moving
I am losing time
I can't take back

wore out strings, know broken dreams,
empty glasses know broken hearts
like a forest bereft of all streams,
they dont like to be apart

give it some time,
let nature take hold.
forests 'r like hearts,
they like to grow old

and he played the fiddle
while she would dance
short skirt twirled 'round corduroy pants.

old age, new age,
we'll meet in the middle
singing the song of forbidden fiddle

old rusty dinghy,
brand new cell phone
best thing about
those they always see you home

he rows his boat
like she goes to the store
buyin' brand new clothes
she can't afford

and he played the fiddle
while she would dance
short skirt twirled 'round corduroy pants.

old age, new age,
we'll meet in the middle
Singing the song of forbidden fiddle

I've been on the road so long
I probably shouldn't drive
cruise control's on 65
and I finally feel alive

I watched the morning sunrise
in a backwoods country dive
pancakes on paper plates
gave the waitress a five

truckers like to sleep
on the shoulder of the road
if I never left that town
I guess I'd never know

time to hit the road again
and see another mile
the fast-food joints are easy
and the girls always smile

I thought you might see
me in a different light
I thought just one time
--you --
would spend the night

the wound doesn't heal
quite the same
and all that echoes though my heart
is your name

but now I'm giving up
on this crazy love
I think I've had enough
had enough
of this crazy love

I thought one day
you would wake up
I thought you'd be in love
--friends--
just wasn't enough

The night doesn't feel quite the same
and all that matters is you
never changed

Tried to write a song for you Something sad, slow and blue
But as I sat with this strumming pen
I had no beginning nor and end

Then I realized what it was I had done
Tried to write sad
When it should have been fun

She wants to settle down
and have some babies
She wants to cook up
some biscuits and gravy

It's only been five days
and my friends think I'm insane
But a southern girl
eases all the pain

She wants a farm house
with chickens and daisies
She wears the makeup
She drives me crazy

It's only been three months
and my friends think I'm insane
But a southern girl
eases all the pain

I can't see through teary eyes
You can't see through bad advice
I gave it all and that's a choice

We prayed and hoped for soon
But here's one more full moon
I know its hell you're going through

This truck's driving North
You're headed South to bear the Cross
For everyone else's needs and fears
I Know its been this way for years

I Bet this onramp has never seen
a man brokedown like me

Who was it that set the trap?
Who said I'll make him come back?
Who said his love wasn't true?

Who put the hooks in you?
Who didn't follow through?
Who told you what to do?

Shine the light for all to see
Let that aching heart be free
Is it too hard to believe?

This truck's driving West
You're somewhere back East I guess
I hope someday you break free
I hope someday it's you and me

I Bet this onramp has never seen
a man brokedown like me

I started out, it was only me
with a wounded heart and a head of steam
With the hope of fate and a bucket of dreams
fifty pounds of rice / fifty pounds of beans

But dreams may be the only thing
And with this drip you take a drink
The words are true, the feelings real
On this broken skin, the scar will heal

I always thought it was only me
with a busted back and a tragedy
with shitty luck and a helpless plea
fifty pounds of rice / fifty pounds of beans

Where do I find the pain to write
will I get some sleep tonight
could it be that love's found me
or could it all be a dream

Headed down 95
Finished them beans a long time ago
Aint got money
But I got rock and roll

Quit that 9 to 5
Had that dream a long time ago
Aint got money
But it saved my soul

Burning bridges like it's a goal
That heart's travelled every road
and now you got nowhere to go
Baby how 'bout coming home

Those places you run to
just out looking for love
quit them stubborn ways
for a better day
Baby how 'bout coming home

went to North Dakota
but it was way too cold
moved to Miami
where the folks were all too old
hated ole Rhode Island
crooked people don't you know
no Louisiana
cause it's got too much soul

Empty wishes no one will know
Broken dreams left you alone
But I'm hurt just like you
Baby how 'bout coming home

You're out there searching
For what, heaven only knows
Baby how 'bout coming home
Baby how 'bout coming home
Baby how 'bout coming home

Drive into the sunset boy,
remember the reasons for leaving,
in every mile keep believing,
the road will silence the noise.

Drag yourself into the city boy
You know the drugs they're dealing
forgive the man thats sleeping
he's just drunk and unemployed

Walk into the prison boy,
forget the lies you been feeding,
where every step is defeating,
the life you once enjoyed.