No more terrible things like sleeping on floors My adventuring days are done How can I be old and broken I was just born and hadn’t spoken There’s now nothing left to say I can’t take back Things on my mind fall out of my ears And while I’m not dead I’ve put on some years And you wouldn’t call this bit baby fat now would you Who says dark clouds don’t have silver linings There are some sure to likely rewards even if they have bad timings If you’ve wandered long enough and found a place to hang your hat I have a love a home some cats and no reason to be mad But I live with and manage anger just the same I have all of my favorite things in one place on a rock that is flying through space Time to read a song to write but it’s a little too sad It’s true I’m far too young to retire / In Some lights I’ve done nothing at all In the dark I’ve started fires and burned cities loved and lived into the ground Salting the ground behind me just to add some flavor And maybe some friends made should have remained just neighbors As it all blends into just one polaroid of fading memory All considered if I’m lucky time will forget and forgive me And if I’m really lucky at least one will miss me

Only ever had one good thing at a time One by one I watched them slip away Til my baby put perspective on these crimes Said days never really stole a thing you can hold in your heart Maybe it's silly to give control to things Letting an object hold a memory Instead of telling myself the story Or putting it in words that I can sing I've lost some valued artifacts Washed out to sea in my own history Some things sold for a bite to eat Or fucking off money But I still remember sitting in a park Reading a signed book by a rock star divorcee I passed it on to a painter who might read it Said it's hard to find books in English in Old Paris I bet it's on a shelf in a little shop somewhere now And I get that it's really me that holds the memory But I hope the next person who reads that signature feels how A ghost can live inside some paper and ink I had a dream about the letter that you read when I Was at the top of my game Ah who we kidding I was such a mess back then And in truth I wish I'd kept track of the proof Now I'm on top of things and finally medicated right And I got a love that sticks And as our home fills up with totems of the world we've built Shit No dragon's luckier than this

Father I have a confession to make There has been a grievous god damn mistake I have no blood on my hands I never knocked down no wall And took all that I could grab It wasn't my fault It was Satan Satan Satan at the wheel It was Satan Satan Forcing me to heel Satan Satan Satan at the wheel It was Satan Satan Forcing me to heel It was Satan Satan Satan at the wheel It was Satan Satan Forcing me to kneel

Clock is ticking on pursuit / Sometimes it’s like there is a window for everything Window closes, door opens, but in reality never to the same place The sky falls once or twice each generation / You ain’t special but you got a cute face What made you think that you could be one of the dozen or so entertainers for the human race? There’s only forty or so popular actors in the movies at a given time Why don’t you go into the rafters and shout down into the theater how it’s a crime? What happened in L.A.? The same thing that happens to ninety-nine percenters all of the time Teenage runaways have one up on you in having no plan b to swallow up their lives I cannot fight the good fight with one fuckin’ hand tied behind a my back No way to block shit but you better believe I’m gettin’ in my jabs And I’ll go round for round beat blind / No substitutions and no take backs Been gone so long I’m in no shape so pick me out a medium body bag I’m gonna resurrect and don’t you doubt it / Who are you, somebody’s dad? I’m gonna knock this motherfucker out and you really don’t think I’m gonna do it glad? I had the strangest dream one night that I was bade of bricks as they flew by The ones that didn’t fit the shape of me accumulated right up on top of my back They sure got heavy as the time passed until I started to drop that heavy load My back was stronger once but honestly, and with regret, I’m just too fuckin’ old It’s true that those without regrets probably live some unexamined lives Well good for you, tough times made you but then agency of those hurt is denied One lifeline chance to get it right, intimidating as shit, I know But trust me, we got a live in reality or our human souls are good as sold Don’t pass the buck if you can help it while the devil’s in the details, see? I do not think there is a heaven or a hell that is not made by you and me With time to kill I’m in the window before death and I gotta do something Might as well share what I think I know in regards to a benevolent philosophy It is the least that I can do in life to fight the evil I know with heresy I do not really believe in evil per se, but you know what I mean If I can get a point across in the time that’s left, will I be redeemed? Well who the fuck am I kidding? That was never asked or warranted from me I cannot fight the good fight with one fuckin’ hand tied behind a my back No way to block shit but you better believe I’m gettin’ in my jabs And I’ll go round for round beat blind / No substitutions and no take backs

Well, I can’t prove ‘em wrong But I can prove me right I can love myself and I can love my wife / and see my name in lights And with all these words that I write down some nights I tell myself honestly I live the good life Cruising in the blackest car / tinted windows up Beats sleeping on a bench while waiting for a bus With a ticket in my hand to show the Rent a Cop Five bucks in change a day bought me the needle drop Dropping on a song I sang passionately While I dreamed a dream for spite and dreamed hungry Aching for more than food on two slices a day But I ain’t did it for myself / that was the sucker’s way It seems like someone else Lived those angry years Alienating anyone at all / wrenching gears Breaking down machines I built for me to succeed And in the rubble I crawled out of I found new philosophy Lived like a monk for a time Saw Japan, Notre Dame But I got lonely in the city lights / my metabolism slowed down I don’t sleep so good on floors and sofas no more My poor back carried crosses too big for a Lord In the currency of favors we lived on in our twenties Carrying fold outs up walk ups and breaking our knees I knew things were looking up when I crashed with friends Who suddenly had guest rooms and cut themselves off at ten No more punch ups in alleys / less pissing in the street Bitter pills now antacid / forgiveness could be sweet If only we could all move forward but we’re not all here you see And the ones made it out grieve an eternity Because our memories are stronger that the timeline fizzling Fading out dates and anthems we danced to in the big ideas of youth All the myth making / we indulged in our own legend It’s interesting Then attended tenth reunions still wondering When we’ll grow up and feel capable of responsibility Then it just comes / someone gives you the ring Happy ending such as it is and can be Take a breath Well I can’t prove them wrong but I can prove me right I can love myself and I can love my wife and see my name in lights And with all these words that I write down sometimes I tell myself honestly I earned a good life And honestly I live the good life