This Town Makes My Mind Slow Down

Lines In My Face Like Highways Now

Chasing Breezes, Kicking Boulders

And All Of The While Just Getting Older



I Leave Pieces Of Paper

Pieces Of Myself Along The Way

Out The Window, Out The Window

And I Tell Myself That



I'll Come Back For Them Before I Go

And Then I Won't Sing This Song Tomorrow



Reason Calls I'm Never Listening

There's Always Something More Distracting

Take Everything So Seriously

Then Leave And Burn Up On Re-entry



For Happy Endings

All These Little Victories

Gathered Up And Hung On The Wall Like Trophys

I Tell Myself That



I've Been Down This Road Before

So I Won't Sing This Song Anymore



I've Been Down This Road Before

So I Won't Sing This Song Anymore

I've Been Down On Myself Enough Before

So I Won't Sing This Song Anymore