From the recording Self-titled
Lyrics
Wind blows
And carries off the sun
Leaving promises undone
For me
We run
And picking up the pace
I see others take my place
My thoughts are lost on everyone
How can I help you
When I’m doing all I can
How can I make a difference
I am just one man
There has to be a reason
For why I feel this way
I guess that’s just the way things are these days
They ask
An indecent proposition
Leads to an irrelevant decision
Leaving us in another compromising position
Chalk down
In screeches on the board
Keeping temporary score
Of living proof that we’re all bored