Lyrics Michael Jordan - Steady Hands

Michael Jordan

Michael Jordan, I’m sorry but it’s time for you to go
Yes it’s time for you to go
Cause there’s no room left here in this house
Yeah and I’ve traded it for the road
I’ve traded it for the road
So I’m packing up these boxes and ditching all these clothes
I’m sure that some day this ship will sail back home
Cause memories are pornography
I’ll remember you without hoarding all your things
Memories are pornography
Remember who I am and what I did
And then burn all of my shit
I dig through, through all thes relics
Just to find some sentimnt
But all I see is mess
And most of it is shadowed
In my own indifference
So I grabbed all of my friends
And we traveled this great ocean
To try and finally make some sense
But now my bags are heavier than when I left
Now don’t go feeling cheated
That the time you spent was fleeting after all
Or you’ll get that sinking feeling
That your life was about leaving what you own
But its not that cold, and you’re not that old
So take a hold of what’s in your soul