Who knows where the fear begins
Trace it back to its origins
You were always a shaky kid
When you walked, kept your eyes fixed to the ground
Let me try some sincerity
Let me tone down the quirk in me
I sing out of character
I write out of fear of life without it
I miss the camaraderie
I miss our misguided feet
They waltzed along aimlessly
Under an evening without harm
Nostalgia was better then
Not too sweet, just enough to try again
Dip your toe in the fountain pen
Let the ink make its way towards your heart
Hold that thought it could be all that's left beyond this age of rust
And with all our flaws and all our foibles we document what we're prepared to show
I'm not a preacher of misery
I think we can mix want and need
I guess there's a symmetry
The way a note begins and ends with nothing
The Earth's a victim of circumstance
Shoots a stranger a worried glance
Don't know what but we need a plan
Don't know what but our gut will guide us on it
Hold that thought it could be all that's left beyond this age of rust
And with all our flaws and all our foibles we document what we're prepared to know