I sat along the sand and rocks Like a thousand contemplative songs Anyone who knows me knows I spent the night inside The wind was radiator hum The sand was dust The setting sun was the ever dimming laptop light as the battery died Welcome to the future Welcome to the new year Where if that's a poignant image, then I don't want to write I slept through the scenery If there ever was a view And drowned it out with dreams about what it looks like in truth Cause we like to think we've conquered That we've overcome the odds But we're only as accomplished as the least inviting arms If I make a record If I hold myself to standards If I stick to a song or I work for too long I'm just turning myself in I know where I come from And I know what I have done I know where I come from And I know what I have done And I know what isn't realistic But if the seeds I sow don't grow that's self-fulfilling And I don't buy that anymore so I skip between suburban homes And the sort of comfort I've always known That I resent but represents an actual goal Maybe I don't want to finish anything Maybe all the big work's done and carted off And all I'm left with is small talk I know where I come from And I know what I have done I know where I come from And I know what I have done And I know what I wouldn't rather do I meant what I said, but I sounded so damn desperate that it didn't sound true I sat along the sand and rocks Like a thousand contemplative songs I sat along the sand and rocks Like a thousand contemplative songs I sat along the sand and rocks Like a thousand contemplative songs Anyone who knows me knows I spent the night inside