For a moment, just close your eyes
Cancel out everything around and just breathe, try to remember what the ocean sounds like
Let the air around consume you
Take a deep breathe and let everyhting go
Imagine you are walking on water that's very shallow
Imagine breathing in crisp fresh air through your nose
Let the wind brush against your fingertips and face

When I hear your voice I smile, when I see you I frown
When I talk to you I sadden, receiving a feeling of let down
Trusted a stranger with my heart and that stranger left town.

I remember our first encounter you probably saw just another soul
But I saw love, in that split second my heart went to warm from cold
The electricity I had in me didn’t connect to you so I overflowed.

With my emotions dangling, strangling each other to shine
Only a temporary sign of a hopeful incline which declined
I’m possessive, I won’t stress it, but I wanted you to be mine.

If I’m mistaking cause of my shyness, please go ahead and try this
When our eyes first met, I saw a love which was lifeless
Only my belief, I’m hoping I’m wrong despite this.

If my past words are mutual please inform immediately
I would hate to be beaten by my own reactions done timidly
Hating for these days of loveless ways to be my memory.

But if I’m correct, don’t change now that you know the truth
I’ll stay the same, outlast the pain, and whatever that produce
Living life with my heart inside of a noose.

So now that it’s revealed I believe I shall dry my tears
Put away my fears, and walk to you with open ears
Whether yes or no, I’ll know the answer to my childhood years.

When I hear your voice I smile, when I see you I frown
When I talk to you I sadden, receiving a feeling of let down
Trusted a stranger with my heart, and that stranger left town.

Going on a road trip
Something for my soul
It's gonna take a while
But, it's gonna make me whole

I'm going to cross the country
But, I'll start on both the coasts
I've been in too many bottles
Have to exorcise some ghosts

Mile Marker Three Three Three Nine
That's where the dream did end
Mile Marker Three Three Three Nine
That's where I'll start to mend

Greyhound bus out of the east
From the Maritimes my son
I'll venture through Quebec as well
This is journey number one

I'll stop and meet the people
Get their stories, of the man
I'll find the ones who met him
Try to learn just what I can

Adversity, I've had my share
Always tried self medication
Now, I need to find myself
This will take some dedication

I'll head on through Ontario
On the Trans Canada Highway route
And I'll try lose my demons
Give my devils all the boot

Brick by brick I'll bring down the walls
That over years I've built
Bricks made up of hate and rage
by love, and fear and guilt

From the west, I'll make my way
Do the highway he could not
Through the rocky mountains
Every mile is hard fought

I'll learn about the person
Who he was and who I am
I'll come through the fire stronger
I'll be a much better man

I will bus across the prairies
Through the Manitoba cold
I will focus on my endgame
I'll learn from what I'm told

Two journeys I will travel
Neither one from coast to coast
But, both are to be ended
by that famous mile post

Maybe I can find the answer
Join myself, go through the door
As he joined a nation
So many years before

Mile Marker Three Three Three Nine
That's where my journey ends
Mile Marker Three Three Three Nine
That's where I'll start to mend

He knew he was just living in my shadow
We came to see what the city of angels had for us, if we could make it..
The angels silenced to hear my voice
while they turned their back to him
the dream he had for both of us turned into a one way street
and he couldn't see any sign of a bright future for him.
So he packed his dreams into a guitar case and flew back to Texas in hopes he could rekindle the life he's always known.
And here I sit. My mind sees the stars on the ground but all my heart sees is him.
The desire to feel held started to feel heavier than the reward of prosperity.
I know Whitney fashioned rivers when I turned the record off but the sound of the applause couldn't possibly be as rewarding as the sound of his voice.