my mind escaped eight weeks ago
now I’m just sitting here

God damn the states and their border waits
I’ve got progress on my plate

and I was born to speak my heart
but I’ve been screaming out my ass

and with shoes and cash and all that balderdash
are you happy yet
boy, you finally made your rent

april wine and I’m feeling fine
man, it ain’t so bad to be here

but the hum subdues
why is this place so obtuse
are you freaking out
why don’t you just settle down

alright, I’m sure I’m fine
but you don’t have to be
you know there’s words that you could speak

are you worried what they’ll see
I’m sure it’s fine to bleed