little pan
watch your fingers
butter burning
gotta time it right

control the flame scrape the bottom
scrambling sequences

cut slow
cut it out now
what you racing
what you tasting?

you’ve tasted love

lookin at the mess i made
gonna have to come back 
when i’m done
prodigal son
you’re so good
ambition never left you 
but I should miss you when your gone

my prodigal son

lookin at the mess I made 
gonna have to come back when I’m done

he’s tasting love


prodigal son

from the moment you were born
stars have died countless mourn
for what they don't realize
is always there and never dies

always

the airlines they always running late
the airlines we wait and we get delayed

if I ever make it out
it would be because of you my friend
if I ever make it out

The airline it's always running late
we wait in line we wait and we get delayed
you wait a while 
you wait, you wait you wait
cause the airline it's always running late

airline

It’s ten o’clock
I should have been there and hour ago
Another morning
and all my clothes are on the floor
I pick them up but they seem to scatter on their own
I’m out of socks and my feet have gotten cold

when the temperature drops
I’m not going outside
What do you do when it’s no time to ride
I’m a sensible man, I limit the risks
potholes, and glass, and there’s ice in the mix

So you shiver and write, you’re waiting for gold
The sun shines outside but the blinds are still closed
And it’s been so long since you’ve acted your age
It’s getting too late to catch the matinees

Hold out your cup, I’ve got tea for us both
It might be years before we leave our post
My skin knows the winter for months a time
But sorrow doesn’t end in the wintery mind

It’s 3:51 and second to last verse
My finger’s gone numb creativity cursed
It’s time to make a decision for once
the day’s end is coming the day’s end is here


days end

You fell in love with poor boy
You fell in love with me
She keeps her love in a notebook
How can I forget 
Whenever I see her write in it
Makes me forget the rest
Cause you know we're always gonna worry 
Something's gonna come along
She keep your love in a notebook
I keep my love in a song

You fell in love with poor boy
You fell in love with me
Sometimes you got me worried
I don't make enough to be
Someone worth sticking it out with
Are you gonna stick with me
But well you know it's no good
To sit and think about the worst
Cause whatever happens happens
I'm a just gonna love you first 

You fell in love with poor boy
You fell in love with me
She keeps her love in a notebook
How can I forget 
Whenever I see her write in it
Makes me forget the rest
Cause you know we're always gonna worry 
Something's gonna come alone
She keeps her love in a notebook
I keep my love in a song

Central & Mountain