| It’s a sordid sort of feeling
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| When you learn to live with spite
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| It’s a desperate kind of living
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| When you’re burning up the night
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| Getting sick of all the drinking
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| Getting sicker every day
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| Cause I can’t say the things I really want to say
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| I remember when Chicago seemed a million miles away
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| I was chained by quiet longing on that Independence Day
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| A month across the country built in all I learned from you
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| I sang those thoughts away just like I always do
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| It’s been an age, it’s been an era, it’s been a lifetime
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| But I’ll remember every step
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| I’ll cross my heart when we cross paths across the country
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| Please just remember I’m not the one who left
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| And I never will
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| All the aches and shits and quivers hurdle in with morning light
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| And a somber sense of longing steals my breath and grips my spine
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| I can feel the salty ocean suck the moisture from my skin
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| And I know staying here will surely do us in
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| And I walked on down to that lonely shoal, where my best hopes go to die
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| I thought I will keep you in my pen, until the ink wells all go dry
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| And I’ll keep it like a secret every day |