Today marks the beginning of the last week of shows I have on this run and let me tell you that it has been amazing so far. I’m so happy to be finishing the tour with amazing friends like Shane and Jerry at the Factory, La Dispute, and of course my fellow Pennsylvanians at Pitt, Lock Haven, Scranton, and Drexel. Here’s a list of the dates.
October 29th, 2009 Rochester, MI - The Factory w. Ports of Aidia
October 30th, 2009 Howell, MI - Hartland PAC w. La Dispute
October 31st, 2009 Frankenmuth, MI - Fischer Hall w. La Dispute, Ports of Aidia
November 2nd, 2009 Pittsburgh, PA - Unviersity of Pittsburgh
November 3rd, 2009 Lock Haven, PA - Avenue 209
November 4th, 2009 Jermyn, PA - Eleanor Rigby’s
November 5th, 2009 Philadelphia, PA - Drexel University
I want to find a place down by the ocean. I want to buy a boat to sail away in, but I won’t leave for good. Don’t you worry none. After all, it was you who said it’s no good to run from your problems. Can I tell you something? The weight of this world is often too much for anyone to bare, least not alone. I’m not a drinkin’ man, but I got to get away some how. That’s not to say I won’t be there when you call. And tell Dad I’m sorry I couldn’t fight his war, but that’s not to say I won’t be there. I’ve got my reasons and somethings that I believe in, but that’s not to say I won’t be. I won’t be there, oh no. Now, I’ve got this place down by the ocean. Now, I’ve got a boat to sail away in. You can come visit me sometime. We could spend the day seaside. And I’ve got this boat. Dear…
You will wear your soul out like that. You try to be, be, be someone else. Why not try something more like yourself? You can’t go on like this way forever. You try to say, “hey man it’s just whatever” for all of your life. All doing the best we can, just young, incorrect citizens. You can still be true and be your father’s son. You’re not the only one. You can’t go on like this way forever. You try to say, “hey man it’s just whatever” for all of your life. You could die, die just like that. Go down swingin’. You could die, die just like that. Go out livin’.
Like We Do
All that time spent waiting for the other to come around, was it all time just spent wasted? Well I wonder, so I wander until I cannot be found. We will be fine after this. No eye to eye or middle of the road. We will be fine after this, but the only question now is where are we to go? Well, time rolls on like we do. Our friends all say, “what a shame.” But you can’t stop the rain when it comes. It wasn’t love and we were enough, but something broke that could not be fixed. We will be fine after this. No eye to eye or middle of the road. We will be fine after this, but the only question now is where are we to go? Well, time rolls on like we do.
My little bird, my little bird. I’ll sing to thee. I’ll sing in summer’s time. My little bird, my little bird, the morning will come all in a sun’s good old time. While you are sleeping, I will keep singing your sweet melody because you knew a boy who at age ten just moved in. And come tomorrow, the year will turn over—18/19. You were just watching. You gave me wings I flew so high. I flew so high. My little bird, my little bird, I will keep on singing. Oh my little bird, my little bird.
I was looking for the right thing to do. I wanted you to see a different side of me. I was looking for the perfect thing to do, but the moment passed. I was looking for the right thing to say. I wanted you to know that this and that was true. I was looking for the perfect to say, but the moment passed and now there ain’t no going back. No, I could never hurt you. I just wanted you to know that it killed me every time that I had to let you go. And if I died, and if I died today I’d still feel the same way, but the moment passed. I was looking for the right thing to say. I wanted you to know that here and now, I loved you in every way. And if I died, if I died today I’d still feel the same way but the moment passed. Now, there ain’t no going back.
Sometimes wanting to love feels something like falling in love. You show yourself how dumb and young you are. You keep on falling. Kid keep trying. Hey, that ain’t so smart. That longing feeling taking hold, it tucks you into bed at night. You’re wishing for the who’s arms say they’re not letting go. Sometimes you must let things go. And I tell you like I tell myself, but god knows you don’t want the help. You’re asking for the truth. Well who means what the say? I mean do you? Sometimes falling in love feels something like getting so lost. I see myself and my hope and how hopeless I am to try and fight it. So you read? Here we go again. That longing feeling taking hold, it tucks you into bed at night. You’re wishing for the one who’s arms say they’re not letting go. Sometimes I can’t let you go.
I have stated and often contemplated, posed the question, “could I make it on my own?” By on my own I mean, no thoughts of you and me, no me and you, just me alone standing true.
Most of Everything
Well, I gave away most of everything to see if then I could get free. I cut off most my hair because I was getting scared that I might be hiding something. It was like seeing my face for the first, for the very first time. And in going outside, I think how I might have changed. I wonder, “who am I today?” Now, I haven’t got a lot but it’s much more than I thought I’d need to get by… a simple path, a simple life.
Stay there, stay right where you are. Stay there, stay right where you are and I’ll wait here, wait right where I am. And if I’m careful with my eyes, I won’t have to see you again. You know, you know who you are and who you want to be. Just stay clear, but I don’t. I don’t roam too far. I just stay near. I can’t pull myself away and if I wait here, wait right where I am, if I’m careful with my eyes I won’t have to see you again. You know, you know who you are and who you want to be. You know, you know who are. And worst of all, I know, I know who I am and who I want to be.
Who’s going to London?—These two lucky lovers. That could be me and you. They’re starting their travels ‘cross the world, a luck boy and his lucky girl. Out there now, there’s a whole wide world waiting for you, waiting for me.
Waking up today, I had the sense that it was time for change, but feeling demoralized the perception was hushed and I’m quiet now. Waking up today, I could barely feel my face. Not jumping up out of bed, but falling instead because my body’s numb. Look into a mirror. Do you recognize yourself? You’ll find sometimes you don’t. Your friends ask if you’re okay. You’re turning blue as they wait for answer, but you won’t. Oh no, you won’t. I feel my insides showing out. I want medicine but no amount can take me away, take me away from this. I must confront this confusing mess. Mother said, “son always do your best child, child now.” I wish I listened to you then. Look into a mirror. I do not recognize myself. I’ve found sometimes I don’t. My friends ask if I’m okay. I’m turning blue as they wait for an answer, but I won’t. I should have listened to you then.
She looked at me so sad and said, “no, nothing, no I just can’t make sense. Not sure of anything or who I am, and if I’m sure I’m sure of that.” I let the silence sing. “I want to tell you everything, all about how this last year has been.” Well I can’t say I know how you feel. I let the silence sing. In being here, I find some peace. In the face of everything, I find harmony. How can I say that in a way that you’d believe? I let the silence sing.
Running out of room, running out of time. I’m shoveling dirt. I’m moving ground, so I can hide. Every now and then, I feel the walls come closing in. I do my best to disappear. I am the sum of all my fears. Oh, sometimes. Sometimes courage is as courage does, but I keep falling short. I wasted all the time that I was looking for. Surrounded by my things not my loved ones and listening to voices out a box like I don’t got one. They argue all the issues, know the facts, and blur the rules. They keep on pushing, we keep fighting, and we all look like the fools. Well I think I’ll make my own mind up from here on out. I want color. I want quiet. I want loud. Give me honest. Give me free. I will give back. All come together, build it up, and make it last. Oh sometimes courage is as courage does, but I keep falling short. I wasted all the time that I was looking for. Something’s out of sync deep inside of me. Are you feeling broken? Hope is a friend that we keep on sending… Don’t send her away.