- Not At Home
I'm not at home
I have no instruments, no instruments
I'm using yours
I'm throwing pillows on the floor, on the floor
And when i'm home, i'm not at home
And when i'm home, i'm not at home
I'm having thoughts of driving in a storm
- And It's Alright
seven shooting stars in one night
the water and sand in our eyesight
the rocks in our hands preparing for flight
the lack of sleeping but it's alright
and it's all
and it's all
and it's all
- Below It
In the sight of eight lakes
In the sound of screaming girls
In the sight of black, black, black
In the view of ground, ground, ground
Ground, ground, ground
Below, below me
Beneath, beneath me
Below, below me
- Guilt's Tune
she was not able to go somewhere
unless she could clearly see the end
even though most times she did arrive
the place looked so much different
if some duck ever tried to help her
she spit right in his face
- Human Eyeballs on Toast
Feathers and a cage too small
Chemicals that make us tall
Too fast, too fast
All my friends look the same
All of us feel the same pain
Always pain
- I say goodbye too often
First I'm here and then I'm there
Then I'm here and then I'm there
From there I'll go anywhere
And there's always somewhere
That I'll be going
And I just might go without you knowing
Any place from China to Brazil
- It Starts Hear
What have you seen?
What haven’t you seen?
Most things
I can’t be certain but I think
I have a lot to learn
About you
Sometimes you fill the air
And it’s hard for me to breath
- Let It Go
There was a time when I fully embraced it
But now I can hardly face it
Face the truth of where I stand on this line
Curving up, bringing down what I see as natural time
I hope I can keep up
I hope I can keep up
- Not At Home
i'm not at home
i have no instruments, no instruments
i'm using yours
i'm throwing pillows on the floor, on the floor
and when i'm home, i'm not at home
and when i'm home, i'm not at home
i'm having thoughts of driving in a storm
- Unsung Heroes
cnd now, as I sit by the Hawthorn tree
Listening to the Universal
Language
That's in the wind, the
Orchestra of bird song, the
Groaning sheep and lake water weep
Everything is here now. It's all
- With The Notes In My Ears
Oh the ones I often dreamt of with the notes in my ears.
And the ones I often mimicked,
With the notes on my fingers.
Ooh. Ooh. (Repeat)
And my bed is on the floor, yes my bed is on the floor.
Of one of the ones I often dreamt of with the notes in my ears.
And that’s why I know that I can say I’m lucky today.