Don't Let The Devil Confuse You

Git Along Time

You May Never Change

Airport Boulevard

The Only Escape

You're the bee's knees 
I'm a snail in the snow 
You're the breeze through the window 
I came to get straight, to get loose 
Don't I look great 
In my new snow white shoes 

I wish we could meet 
Somewhere else like a mall 
Where we could be like anyone at all 
Like, "Been so long, my friend. How you been?" 
"I'm fine. I'm on fire 
I'm ready for the weekend" 

My dear, my desire 
Can you fit me in? 
Don't let walls come between us 
We still share a shore. You said it was a dream 
The sand on the floor 
I brushed off your knee 

Like an old rusty dart buried in a bed of leaves 
This hum alone heart hides up our sleeve.

Hum Alone Heart

I wasn't raised on bluegrass I'm from the suburbs 
I can't sing a song that I haven't suffered 
I'm not united with the culture 
I'm not entitled to the pain 
And when I suffer, it's mild and wild and strange 

Tried some cowboy boots, yeah, but they were useless 
Listened to someone's roots but I'm still rootless 
So I drove to the music store 
They told me what I've been looking for 
I needed something more 

I was born on the open plain in the market 
Submitted to the endless chain once in a Target 
I was a bagger in a grocery store 
Singing "That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore" 
Till I was shown the door 

I wasn't raised on bluegrass I'm from the suburbs 
I can't sing a song that I haven't suffered 
I haven't suffered

Chore Choir