I could only think of one way to get out to Washington
I read so many books
I tend to lose my mind in them
I've seen so many films
I romanticized a plot again
I write so many songs
I can forget why I write them
I think I sing so many songs just to remember why I write them
To remind him
Not every one that's written can be timeless
Who knows, one day I may even curse my kindness
I write all my songs to be cast into the wind from my bike
I chant them pedaling, sweating, to hear what it sounds like
To feel that way again
There was a time I was there
Out there living and feeling and hurting with it
I came back, intact
It is the voice that pervades all your humming
The only one you trust to be fact
It's the catch that you never saw coming
I'm alone with my words
And there's no way of knowing
How antiquated they are
I'm afraid I'm losing context out here growing faster than a memory fades
To feel that way
There was a time I was there
To be there