I've been walking/ this old hallway/ for a decade/ or more Tearing/ at the slivers/ that rise up from the floor But in the corner/ of the hallway/ is a picture of a song I never noticed/ ‘till i told this/ to the corner where the picture belongs Yes in my walkin/ i was missin’/ every symbol/ every sign Glaring/ at the stairway/ and missin’ every rhyme But now I’m open/ to the hope that/ there’s a metaphor to find In the corner/ of the hallway/ by the picture in the afternoon light Yes I been walking/ with my head down Afraid of seeming over-excited Afraid of early years of the violence Afraid of all the bitter and sil----ent So I been walking/ with my head down/ but I’ll try to/ keep an eye out For the little things For the little things I’ll keep an eye on the little things They'll keep an eye on me I’ve been talking/ to the mailbox/ for it’s failure/ to receive Staring/ at the doorbell/ in utter disbelief But in my anger/ I was blinded/ to the music at my feet So now I’m singing/ with the sidewalk/ with a handsome sigh of relief Yes in my talking/ i was missin’/ all the music/ all the songs Deafened/ by my babble/to the music of the lawn But now I’m open/ to the broken/ all-things melody In the doorbell/ and the mailbox/ and the rustling of the tall old trees Yes I been talking/ with my ears shut Angry at the end of my own choice Angry with some long-ago grown boys Angry at the sound of my own voice So I been talking/ with my ears shut/ but I’ll try to/ cut it out now For the little things For the little things I’ll keep an eye on the little things They'll keep an eye on me I’ll keep an eye on the little things They'll keep an eye on me

SOMEBODY TRAINING You spend all of your time in somebody training but You can’t even remember your name You waste all of your time with no one to know it and No one else to help you do the same And it’s getting kind of Freaky And you don’t know where to go When you put away the show And you head back to your home And you are lonely You boarded up your room for prime meditation to Dull the loose sensation of escape You buried in that room your lost last conviction and With it went the give you used to take And it’s getting kind of Freaky And you don’t know what to say When you bend your knee to pray For another tidy day of dull Salvation And it’s getting kinda freaky And you’re always kinda scared Of the fresh and empty air And the people in your prayers You’re sure will hurt you So you sit there in your room In your safe and empty tomb And wrongly you assume You’re on the right path You thought that you would find a fresh new perspective on Tending sickly gardens as they grow But all that you have done is kill the invasives You’ve also got to plant a couple rows And it’s getting kinda Freaky And you lie there in the dirt In your ragged ugly shirt And try to grow your first Considered roses Chorus You spend all of your time/ in nobody training But all you can consider is your name You waste all of your time/ in self contemplation And fail to lend a damn to those in pain And it’s getting kinda Freaky And I hope you take the note That the only way to cope Is to share the holy hope And grow a garden Chorus

If the last words that cross my lips are ones of anger Then I have failed to cross the river right There is someone standing on the other shore now They’re calling out my many different names They’re waving with the flag of bloody idols I cannot tell the color from the stain And they’re waving in and out of my perception And changing into many different forms And bleeding from a crown of sickly thorns And calling from a thousand golden horns And offering a sense of something warm And I cannot remember anymore I cannot quite remember anymore If the last words that cross my lips are ones of anger Then I have failed to cross the river right Oh then I have failed to cross the river right If my last prayer is for a coin upon my eyelid Then I have failed to cross the river right Oh then I have failed to cross the river right I’m weary from the ache of dull temptation Tired of the clarity of shame The sound of someone calling out my failure I’m happy just to hear them call my name And they’re holding out a hand to ease my passage I’m wavering in what I think I know They’re dancing in the river as it flows I’m standing on the shattering plateau They’re offering the feeling of a home A feeling that I feel I’ve never known A feeling that I think I’ve never known If the last words that cross my lips are ones of anger Then I have failed to cross the river right Oh then I have failed to cross the river right If my last prayer is for a coin upon my eyelid Then I have failed to cross the river right Oh then I have failed to cross the river right I almost grab the hand that’s being offered A hand I’ve almost grabbed a thousand times But every time I see the calloused fingers I see the fate that I have left behind So I turn away the offer of assistance And walk into the river on my own And let the stinging chill into my bones Slipping on the smoothest river stones I wade into the shivering unknown To see what I suspect cannot be shown I cross the river, freezing, but alone I cross the river freezing and alone If the last words that cross my lips are ones of anger Then I have failed to cross the river right Oh then I have failed to cross the river right If my last prayer is for a coin upon my eyelid Then I have failed to cross the river right Oh then I have failed to cross the river right

I spent twenty-six years so stuck in my head Writing this song without holding a pen Hoping I’d finish before I was dead Twenty-six years of the bitter and sad And for nothing I toiled in all of that time For nothing is all that I thought I would find And for nothing I worshiped the absence, the blue For nothing is all that I thought that I knew And for nothing I trusted that nothing was true For nothing existed that counted as proof So for nothing I’ll say it for finally it’s through I am fine, god, finally I’m fine Twenty six years I spent wincing and wrong Safe from the world in a shallow old song Lonely and tired and mad at the dawn Twenty-six years sewing teeth in the lawn And for nothing I whimpered and clawed at the Earth Trying to retrieve my old flesh from the dirt And for nothing I tried to pretend at the blues Tried to pretend I had nothing to lose And for nothing I wasted the music and booze In a nothing impression of somebody cool And for nothing I buried the unsubtle truth That nothing is something you consciously choose So for something I’ll rip out my last baby tooth I am fine, god, finally I’m fine Twenty six years I was wasting away Now I am fine with the only okay Finding the future in every day After twenty-six years, I can finally say That for something I’ll shovel and hammer and beg For something is worthy of bending my leg And for something I’ll wait in this endeless line For something is worthy of all of my time And for something I’ll try to be patient and kind For the something so worthy in everyones mind And for something I’ll labor inside of this mine I’ll dig and I’ll search for the faintest of signs And for something I’ll suffer the nothing I’ll find For something is closer to something sublime So for something I’ll sing and I’ll scream and I’ll write I am fine, god, finally I’m fine