i see it around me, i see it in everything. i could be so much more than this.

it's not the road we used to know, they tore some buildings down
the traffic's like a pack of dogs

there's fewer trees, windows, fleas; concrete on the lawn
there's people here but you are gone

and i fine, still swimming through time
afraid some days i've reached the shore

"make yourself free," man said that to me
now my heart is like an open door...


and the road finally gave me back
but i don't think i'll unpack
'cause i'm not sure if i live here any more


it's not my weight that makes me faint, or the sugar in my blood
but the way these strangers stand so close

they say my name like a guessing game... "is that really you?"
no, I don't think it ever was

in the spring, when the world's turning green
i only think about the fall

the frets on the board, my progression of chords
oh, how i want this to resolve

i've been home from tour for almost three weeks.
my bag is still packed, short of what was in my laundry bag.

i miss the road.
i miss the people on that tour.

i guess three weeks is the longest i've been in miami in years... and it finally feels okay. it finally feels slightly familiar.

i guess i had no choice but to let it.
i guess i can't always run away from cities.



people ask me how long i'm going to be here and i often say "forever" and laugh.
it seems like it has already been forever, and figuring everything out isn't coming easy to me.
i wish things were simple.
i wish i could have everything i wanted without a struggle.
i guess more importantly, i wish i knew what i wanted.


-sm.