Uncertain hour I’ll be on that plane You learn something true every day Like tomorrows cannot change And you only leave in name But diaries in a dead man’s hand remain Now, I’m wondering how you’re listening Annabelle Believe I promise that you’ll hear me either way or seem to suffer through it every day When your head is clear blue sky and your conscience empty, I might fill your thoughts with recollections after life Now, I’m wondering how you’re listening Annabelle Believe Old gentlemen read the minds of the dead and try to tell their children what was said No guarantees… Some waiting… in plans like these Now, I’m wondering how you’re listening Annabelle Believe

Oh I’ve seen the best of you and I’ve lived the worst, in this town, sleight of hand to the head of the heart to the soul I think through tangled times on my r 6 5 Racing thoughts and thinking bout the ways you survived And I…. Can’t get out of this town And I… Can’t get out of this time And I’m telling, telling lies - I’ll be fine I’m just losing my mind In this town I’m running circles with no ending line. I’m not fine I’m just losing my mind In this town I feel the walls coming down In this town I can’t get away In this town The rubbles piling up, I’m pinned to the floor I call out and hear friends whispers louder than before In this town... I can’t tell the east from the west, sky is dark I’m not from the midwest. Did I forget, did I ignore, did I experience it yet I’m on my own but not alone in this town I feel the blame and I push it away In this town, Need an exit there’s no way I can stay Hey kids It’s not your fault, we’ll find our way In this town Oh, In this town

Twin ghosts float into the old haunt Almost forget what they are One toasts to “days, negatively numbered” One groans and says “this joke’s gone too far” “If you’re finished, we should fly into the sky beyond this sky” Let the novice novelists tell the same tales Tapping out new lives, a line at a time Repeat the same old scene Delete the old details Purely puerile in their prime (We were pretty primitive in our prime) Across the deepest night, the frozen forever Two visions from the vast appear in your second sight But you know those stars They burned out so long ago And what you’re seeing now is only their dying light It’s no longer what they are Only apparitions of ancient stars Twin echoes from afar

In any state you catch the signal Not every station has a name Four letter words, forgotten people All kinds of static sound the same Somehow you mesmerize Am I the first to find you? Your silver tide, am I the first to hear it roar? Some nameless station playing on a distant radio God gave the grain, you made the furrow when drunken seasons felt no pain Now all you watch are shadows shifting and think that every cloud is rain But there’s some silver tide when nothing else will notice you It sympathizes when you’re lost and lonely So hypnotizing Nameless station, distant radio oh oh oh That silver tide of static Come and smother you Some dead horizon livened Love to love you Some wave arriving Nameless station, distant radio oh oh oh Sometimes I scan the sky from yon to hither At times I turn that dial from post to pillar In search of silver tide No signal, dead horizon Some static station playing, lost and lonely Late arriving Nameless station distant radio oh no Silver tide, am I the first to find you? Phantom signal singing, lost and lonely Some nameless station playing on the distant radio

Easy targets on an open plain Certain shelter, just a fantasy they plan to see when rumblings rise again Latest losers in this twisted game Some are sirens always scolding me My friends, my foes, my family sound the same A surly circle in a surreal sky Ever-present, primal memory Too primitive to even wonder why first impression’s hardest to reframe Every drop an opportunity to make a mess but who should take the blame? Do you make up your mind or do you spin down into the battle blind? Is any time the right time to tear through a standard paradigm? You get so good at the grind Watching walls let go of their ceilings In the realm of the reeling Tornado Where will you go? Power withers from the broken wires Thought I heard your thunder next to me And next thing you were hurtling through the sky Frayed confetti falling down like rain What the hunter hits is history but when you miss, a mystery remains Fortunes flatten real fast Golden futures fold in the face of wrath Chaos carves its own path Maybe nothing much here is meant to last Shelters shatter, you know Shards of sky crash down through the ceiling You make it up as you go Tornado Where will you go? Futures fade away fast Gilded fortunes wilt in a wave of wrath Chaos carves a new path Maybe nothing much here is meant to last Shelter shatters, you know Chards of sky cry down through the ceiling You tear it down as you go Tornado Where will you go? Don’t you even know? Where will you go? Oh do you even know? Where will you go? Don’t you even know? Where will you go? Oh do you really know? Can’t shake that old feeling of the process repeating Not hard to believe it Just a process repeating Why surprise? Plow right through this paradise No surprise You poison this paradise Where will you go?

Heads Not Shaken Headstrong and with will Anxious hearts awaken A deep shame from within Caught in the blinders Resistance wearing thin Visions of departure Down the pills or off the bridge For want of what’s left of your love For love of what’s left you can’t see Gilded by voices encouraging bliss and a moment of quiet Forget all of this You say I can’t understand, you say that it is It always is It always is It always is….. The manic ranting that goes on and on Waiting for signs to come down Cycles lead to the same old scene A wasted weary world spiraling as you drown Addicts stuck in attics Cobwebs, dust and old pictures, boxes, letters Shivers in desperate cold For want of what’s left of your love For love of what’s left you can’t be Hitting your head, scratching the walls, under your skin The body takes over life Things I can’t understand, you say that it is It always is It always is It always is….. After all… There’s an ache inside As fights break emotions wide But love makes things subside Love helps things subside

Frozen in time Frozen in old memories Fixed firm in the back of your mind You keep a statue of me But time is a chisel You know it never stops shaping How did we become so brittle? Seems like we’re never not breaking Once we were friends When did that end? When does a moment turn to memory? Me and you, out of tune like two wounded whippoorwills Silent torrents can torment you, still Weren’t you my friend? When did that end? Time turns The moments burn to memory Word on the street Mysteries, riddles, and rumors When did we just become each other’s random content consumers? Were our joint fantasies maybe just double delusions? Triple A Triptik trippin’ An atlas of counter conclusions Me and you, out of tune like two wounded whippoorwills Faded friendship can follow you, still You were my friend Guess I missed the end Time burns A moment turns to memory

It could take a century to find the time to sort through all the wishes You always leave a few behind the battlelines of generations An empty hill holds up this town The dirt beneath the dream retreats as we sleep tight We’re sinking as we sleep tight But who abandoned the mine? Abandoned the mine You always leave a few behind Unknown and undefined Mine… We sink into the mountainside This hollow body, hidden bones The ancient miners braved advantage to tunnel down and claim their own We sleep tight You leave a few behind Will you abandon the mine? Abandon the mine You always leave a few behind Unknown and undermined Miners tunneled deep inside and gave their lives, lost unto mine Boney tombs and rotten columns The streets above cave in tonight Now I am tunneled deep inside Who gave their life, take over mine This town will tumble, face forgotten Belle Vernon caving in tonight