by Brian Gundersdorf Featuring Kristen Jones on cello I’ve played the game now I’ve flown a glow in the dark kite on a moonless windy night Saw stars Baltimore has blocked out with its red polluted light I’ve eaten dried and packaged foods from the rest stops on the right I've watched Boston leave my sight I've taken 95, 93, 90, 91 and 9 Why do I get so caught up in the search for something new when something’s never happened it’s the hardest thing to prove that same age old conclusion is the only one I drew when I die I hope there’s something left to do Suburbia is the cradle of my life my parents taught me right still I picked up the guitar and rock and rolled all night I’ve seen hillsides of people holding lights and signaling I’m right and that everything I did I had some reason why Why do I get so caught up in the search for something new when something’s never happened it’s the hardest thing to prove that same age old conclusion is the only one I drew when I die I hope there’s something left to do When I die I hope there’s cello playing kids obeying every saying jesus ever gave when he was young and misbehaved if there’s crying if there’s praying I hope its just that cellist making music shake their stomachs just by doing what she’s practiced every day I’ve played the game now I don’t know what’s coming next it may not be that complex it might be my final chance to truly get some rest its an enigmatic friend its a puzzle to be solved its a quart of alcohol with an answer at the bottom I’m too sober to recall maybe all the things I've made up and the things I know are true and the things I think I might know but that I could never prove and every atom that I’m made of is gonna stay here when I’m through and they’ll yell checkmate, cause they can’t see my next move but when something’s never happened... Why do I get so caught up in the search for something new when something’s never happened it’s the hardest thing to prove that same age old conclusion is the only one I drew when I die I hope there’s something left to do when something’s never happened it’s the hardest thing to prove.