Sitting on a log

can you lose control
even for the greater good
can you move in on me
like I like you probably should be

walking down some lonesome freeway
is there anyway I can change your mind?

rockin radio play me home
talkin stereo deelin low
gasoline dirty magazines
sleep with and falling dreams

cant you tell me anything 
about the way things are or how it should be
at least we've got the soothing

Rocking radio playing a song
you and I losing control
can you move in on me
like i'd like you probably should be

Stretching your legs on some gravel highway
can you tell me something?

Move in on me

Gold Lightning

The Great Return

the other day I met mr. conclusion
we had heart to heart open minded conversation
 He said day in day out this world is bleeding 
and I’m sitting in my own self defeating 
dreams of owning my own institution
All this time is but a burden on your soul
it clocks in and chucks you out before you know
so don’t let your muses diffuse you
they’re colours and guidelines to follow you through
the path is laid out so don’t run off and get lost on your own
say what you will about your good self
but I know that you're scared of your lonesome
and I’m waiting for you to let go 
of the things that you think that you know
in the morning in the living room i sat
with a hot cup of coffee on my lap
Pay no attention to danger
before it shows in the face of every foreign stranger
I like to think that I know where I’m walking
but only in these flat lands can I see
my life down in the miles and years of my own family tree

Treefort Ends