1. |
Steal Away
03:21
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I was thinking 'bout the past one day
In my usual, dwelling way.
About the good and bad
The love I've had
But nothing ever stays.
I'm amazed at the things I've done.
Words I've said and hearts I've won.
For good or bad,
It makes me sad.
The ending's never fun.
And I feel that this all seems so unreal
And that's why sometimes I have to steal myself away to hide.
It's too bad when you're so displaced
That you can't see past your own face.
While the world turns
And lives are burned.
The dream's so hard to chase
So I wait for an answer in bed,
On the floor, and in my head.
My body aches,
But never breaks.
It just lays down instead.
And I feel that this all seems so unreal
And that's why sometimes I have to steal myself away to hide.
Now they say that you're never alone.
And there's always someone by the phone.
But they're not home
And I'm not home.
And I won't be back today.
And I feel that this all seems so unreal
And that's why sometimes I have to steal myself away to hide.
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2. |
Far From Home
04:28
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The night is dark but I can see
A stranger up the road and he looks a little like me.
He stands beside his dead Mustang
And in my headlights now I can see his shape rearrange.
So I turn on down the backroads
And I leave that ghost behind. What he wanted, he'll never find.
And in the mirror I can make out silhouettes of the past
Or future but I won't ask.
I'm far from home and I want warmth.
My hands are stone cold and I know my luck, just my...
Whole life was spent inside my head.
There's a world outside and I'm not gonna die in bed.
It hurts to know I've been below.
Trust me now, you don't need to tell me so.
If I could start over tomorrow, I'd tear those fears apart,
I swear, they wouldn't even start.
But now atrophy becomes me, and I'll slowly fade away
"Just vanished" is what they'll say
I'm far from home and I want warmth.
My hands are stone cold and I know my luck.
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3. |
That Feeling
03:42
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Did I used to be this way or was it just a matter of time?
You grow up thinking it'll be ok and college years will put you in your prime.
But school is out and I'm on my own, my books are dusty and used.
I don't know where those years have gone to now or how I got so bruised.
But that feeling keeps me up at night, it keeps me slipping away.
That feeling's got a hold on tight and I fight it nearly every day.
I wake up tired, broke, and old with a fire that burns, it burns so cold.
It chews me up, it smokes me out.
I'm not giving up but man, I'm going down.
They say right now is the time to buy but the things I want I can't afford:
Peace of mind and a perfect score but my credit's maxed just like it was before.
And that feeling keeps me up at night, it keeps me slipping away.
That feeling's got a hold on tight and I fight it nearly every day.
When I was young, I used to tell myself "man, how I wish I was someone else"
But now what I want is something to show for who I am and what I know.
That feeling keeps me up at night, it keeps me down in the day.
That feeling's got a hold on tight and I fight even today.
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4. |
In Another Life
04:04
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In another life, I gave my heart away.
In another life, I earned more than paid.
In another life, I tried but my hands were tied.
In another life, I escaped to my surprise.
In another life, I stole the show
But in this life I know...
In another life, I found that confidence
Was issued at the door along with common sense.
In another life, I spoke in words that they would quote.
In another life, the good times was all she wrote.
In another life, my friend, I would start all over again
And shake off all this crazy guilt that never ends.
In another life, I played my cards
But in this life I played...
Everything will be alright if I could just believe tonight.
Never will I take for granted all the things that I've been handed.
Everyone I know is gifted, wishing they were more committed.
What's the use of feeling hollow
Live today, there's no tomorrow.
Everything will be alright if I could just believe tonight.
Never will I take for granted all the things that I've been handed.
Everyone I know is gifted, wishing they were more committed.
Looking for some time to borrow,
Live today, there's no tomorrow.
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5. |
Setting Sun
05:12
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The day began to haunt like a stone regret.
Thought I'd be out of bed but I haven't gotten there yet.
The room falls away, the walls have turned.
I form a word but my lips are burned.
The sounds of outer space come from under the bed,
Reaching past the stones on which all my memories tread.
Behind the sun, your purpose shines.
You wish you could look but you'd go blind.
So you're off to become your own setting sun
But you know, there are darker ways to go.
A thought that lingers is obsolete.
It's leftover from the war, a relic of defeat.
And casualties, they litter the floor.
Watch your step, there's the door.
And you're off, down the hall
Knocking touchstones off the wall.
Let them go.
Without too much overstating, you try to understand
But given your disposition to feeling out of hand...
The present is a gift. The past is a curse.
The future, I can't speak for yet, I gotta think back on it first.
How the summer is out of reach.
That's a feeling that you can't teach.
Behind the sun, your dreams collide.
You fall asleep unsatisfied.
Now you're off to become your own...
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