I should have been home
Like Blaze Foley sang in the song, I'm
A Texas boy who left for a little too long.
I arrived to an empty throne, with an empty bottle,
Tears in my eyes. I didn't even question why.
I understood the moment wasn't mine.

When you try to save someone's mind
You'll forget your's in time.
People can only save themselves and even if you fight like hell,
It doesn't matter what you tell,
They must independently become well.

I have wasted too much time and too much energy for anyone to see the good that was in me.
I promise, I'm good, I promise I love you, but for now it might not be above you. It won't change anything but at least you know.
I regret not being at home.
More than ever I regret being alone.

It seems to me the only way to free,
Is to be the good old boy I claim to be.
Keep drifting tree to tree and hope some lovely lady sees.
Forgets what she didn't know and remembers my inner glow.

But I'm keeping my fingers crossed, that one day I won't be lost.
I just hope that it isn't too high a cost.

So today I'll get up and play, maybe even crack a smile that won't go away.
I miss my old ways, what everyone used to say. A happy boy who cared too much. That's what I like to think. Now I'm drowning in my drink.

Well throw me a life jacket, and call me a shrink.


I'm getting back there, to who I was and want to be. If that means I have to be naive, then I'll be dumb and free, but never mean.
I will always be second to the people I care about, and I'll probably break my back trying to sort it all out.

They say hope is wasted on the hopeless, well what is the person who brings them their hope? Is he wasted, or is that his purpose. To be used up with no return. I guess we will find out, and I'll let you know before I'm ashes in an urn.