Telecast and I wear my mask
I want to go but I haven’t touched shore
Emulate everyone knows
I come back more and more

Under fire the rain seems soft
Coming home I never get lost
Pixie dust ice cream truck
Paperback heart

Free will I sit still
The blessings count me so I get my fill
And I wake up in the sun dried mud
Talking to my hand

White curtain blue collar work
Stitch up my spine so my smile still smirks    
I got four kings in a jar of dirt
Waiting for a train