Figure things out

Packing up my bags
heading out west for some change
leave nothing in the rearview,
except an old life
as the sun bakes down on my bucket of shame,
and I can't help feeling like i've been left out in the cold
leave it all behind,
all the worries and the doubt
I'm setting sail, baby yeah

gonna figure things out

Foreheads resting gently in the palms of my hands
to tired to try and fight it,
to scared to let it win
force a subtle smile, this will all come to pass
make it look believable
with your pretty painted mask
jump off the ledge of chance, in hopes to land up-right
i'm airborne now, baby, yeah

gonna figure things out

To many times broken, to many times undone
had my back against the wall
and my knees pinned to the ground
my relation with the universe has been intimate and deep
lovesick & loneliness placed often at my feet
if it will loosen up the grasp
I can fight my way out
either way, baby
one day...

I'll figure things out

©2012