Burying Confessions
It's been a long, long winter.
Seems like months I've been on the road.
Interstate inspiration, dashboard's so cold.
My thoughts overcome me
They escape this cheap motel ball point pen
I guess there's too much - to be said - not written
Not a day goes by
where I don't think I'll miss her very much
And not an hour passes
where I don't curse her name
Now she's in Montana
spending time with her friends
And I'm in midtown subway station
Praying for the F train.
I've seen a million faces
Sold a few souls
Broke a few hearts - so I've been told.
Sometimes I get the feeling
I need to right all my wrongs
Instead of burying my confessions in these songs
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But I can't help but wonder
When it's all said and done
Will I be begging St. Peter
To overlook all my wrongs.
I tried to leave the world
Better than when it found me.
And so I'm longing for home
And the love of my family.
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