My thoughts leak like liquid through a cracked glass,
at least you know I'm on to you
I sliced my fingers trying to hold them back,
and had to let go
So why bother trying to refill the cup?
I guess we all have our vices
I continue to indulge this reckless habit,
but I seem to have made a mess again
And I know that I will never learn
When confusion comes in empty words
And I'm staring vacantly out of my window.
And there's so much more I have to do
While I'm locked up here waiting for you
If I could only figure out how to loosen my tethers.
My thoughts are scribbled and scratched out and mangled,
until they fit inside a melody
And the sound of a guitar used to be more
than just a canvas for it all
So why bother trying to write them down
if I know I'll never sing them?
Why put pen to paper when the ink serves
only to remember the sting again?
And it's all become a blur to me
Just dots & flags and rhyme schemes
Neat and sorted documents of mistakes and memories.
Already sick of songs I've never heard
To which I know all of the words
Humming along to every measure
released March 30, 2013
Jack Byrne - Voice, Guitar, Banjo
Melissa Knorr - Viola