The sheep are dead they stopped coming days ago and I?m left to wonder what it?s like out there tonight in New Jersey And I can?t break free the thought
Scenes flashing into fading views? Sometimes nothing is the best news all that?s left is nothing but this sentiment of cutting ties and losing touch
Last night I dreamt you called from Costa Rica Yeah the place you've been for the last two weeks You said, "I miss you, oh sweet boy, and will you come
You walk the walk, you talk the talk you even act the part but even the blind can see right through you this time around find higher ground and brace
yourself You cashed us in with all our checks And now there?s nothing left We won?t forget you cried out loud Or slammed the door on your way out You
fine) This heart is dancing in my throat and there?s nothing more to do but anchor down and breathe I?m falling apart at 6 in the morning I?ve had time to figure out
you walk the walk, you talk the talk you even act the part but even the blind can see right through you this time around find higher ground and brace
it? And all this time of feeling left behind do I take the left or do I head right? This crossroad?s been haunting me in my mind (am I running out of