She was the calm, the storm, disaster in between
Some joy kept at a distance that that's looking after me.
It's dry here in October the grass can catch on fire
There's promise in the hard hearts
Strangled by piano wire

In the way a sailor drowning finds comfort in the sea
I rest completely in her -or at least her memory-
I'm a drunk man on the train tracks not a southern gospel choir
cuffed to the radiator now and remembered as a liar

I blame in on the crossroads and the choices that I make
The choices that kept me alone but kept my mind awake
I stopped trying to reach farther now I run as fast as trees
She once lived in my tower
now she can't count on me

Tie me to the mast Los Angeles my love is far away
but if I remained mountain-bound I wouldn't live today
I blame the crush a seismic rush to flatten and to build
let's raise another glass to
all the brain cells that we killed