and were the things that we wanted
when we were still sixteen,
only passing and fleeting or just too far out of reach?
were you hard up or broken, man I woulda helped you out.
were you numb and distracted while I was calling out?
I was calling out.
on a Sunday morning the whole crowd assembled.
I’ve done some things that I’m not too proud of.
I’ve never left you, a deaf ear for longing.
some hearts are gallows,
I’m not here for hangin’ around.