I think, in essence
What I'm striving for
(Eservescence)
Is sitting on the face of luxury

At least, that's what it feels like
My compass is off
And as many have probably asked
Where am I going, St. Anthony?
Can God find me here?

The answer's always yes,
But there are times
Where I feel like I don't want to be found
And I don't want to talk to you or the next person or the next person or the next person or the next person

So I sit with a stone jaw
And a steel resolve

I'm done.






Find me here, someone,

And take me to someplace nicer than this.
There's got to be someplace nicer than this.