Remembering the year that you were gone
A series of decisions
Unhealthy living
Writing novels in monitored time
Cold pavement under static sky
Gaining patience, but losing sight
We wrote off our problems as better times
But hey, you couldn't sell the stories anyway
But hey, you couldn't sell the stories anyway
In a battle with New England of who knows you best
A mediocre vote of confidence
That poor boy won't know what hit him
If and when you tell commitment to take a hike
It's the same old story, so help me if I try
To make an honest effort this time
But hey, you couldn't tell the stories anyway
But hey, we couldn't tell the stories anyway
But hey, we couldn't sell the stories anyway
But hey, we couldn't sell the stories anyway