Song Lyrics

Hey, Runner!

Welcome, let me take you to your very own private room.

Whatever you need is on the way, from the absurd to the insane

Remember I’m a volunteer


I know your people have people, and I know this should make my day

There’s none with whom I’d rather spend my afternoon than with an ego that can fill a room

But still, still all I hear:


You better run fast. Get it done even if it takes all night

I don’t know what else you’ve been told, but I’m above that

And if I change my mind it’ll be alright

It’s not like you’ve got somewhere to be.

Run fast. Don’t for get who I am, and I don’t ask twice

And while you’re at it would you mind to read mine

Cause I needed that last week, but take your time

It’s not like I’ve got somewhere to be.

Go, take a ride on your high horse

And don’t you wait to ask for more

I’ve got an eternity of time to abuse, never mind it’s all for you to use

I’m still just a volunteer


I’ve got somewhere to be (I’ll never get there)

And I’ll never get there while you’re stepping on me (stepping on me)

I’m caught beneath your vanity

So why do I keep running? (Why do I keep running?)


silence, a stranger

Silence is a stranger that I’ve never let inside

I hear him knocking, but I do not dare reply

God knows what he would say if I opened up my door

I’ll keep up this clamor so he can’t tell me the score.


Sollitude’s an old friend from the other side of town

When he comes across the river I pretend I’m not around

HIs voice brings me comfort and his counsel’s always wise

But I can’t stand to face the disappointment in his eyes

Quiet, come another time

Isn’t on my side

I need to look alive

Suffering, my mother, she has loved me since my youth

Never have I wondered if her teaching wasn’t true

When she speaks she whispers gently, never does she shout

Sometimes when I’m weary, it feels good to drown her out


Quiet, come another time

Isn’t on my side

Give me a reason why

I should let it lie

I need to look alive

Stillness is a woman I’m too cowardly to kiss

A hallowed thing too holy for my unclean lips

She told me she loved me, but I ran away and hid

I’m convinced she’d do the same if she saw beneath my skin


Quiet, I’m listening this time

I need you on my side

I’m out of reasons why

Can’t keep up this fight

I want to feel alive

Wander. Wonder.

Half awake, I wander through this house
Lost in a labyrinth, left with no way out
I built this house of mirrors all myself
The faces staring back at me look like somebody else

Searching every room, I am not free
To my dismay, I have forgotten how to leave
And everywhere I turn's another wall
The doors are locked trust me I know, 'cause I have tried them all

Good enough
Never good enough

Perfect, you're my poison
I sip on you to wash down the shame
And though I am hungover in the morning
Facedown in the carpet I feel safe

I am always wondering what you see
So I quietly conceal the dark inside of me
Sins and scars you'll never recognize
'Cause I am the master of maintaining my disguise

Pre-chorus + Chorus

I think you're overthinking about underachieving
And so you're sinking right down through the floor
The demons, they've been creeping in your head while sleeping
They're always keeping you from feeling more like yourself

Like yourself


The ballad of Donnie Gene

Donnie, you’re a fine young man
You’re hoping to take the hand
Of some sweet thing who understands what this world’s about
She’s careful, with a clever mind, impervious to pick up lines
Just slow down and give her time; I bet she’ll come around

Donnie, don’t give up on her; she won’t give up on you
She’s the kind of woman that only speaks the truth
She’ll give you blue eyed babies, and raise ‘em real good, too
Donnie, don’t give up on her; she won’t give up on you

Don, you’ve got yourself a wife; you only had to ask her twice
But rest assured, she’s on your side until you breathe your last
Together you will build a home, a legacy stronger than stone
You’ll work them fingers to the bone, but she will hold you fast


Donnie, you’re a grey, old man, but that sweet thing still holds your hand
She’s there to help you take a stand, now that standing’s hard
The girl stuck with you through it all, faithful in the rise and fall
Soon you’ll hear the master call, and away you will depart
You’ll leave her with a full and heavy heart


The Poet

She saw it everywhere, in everything, the rhyme, the rhythm.
And she pulled it from the air and made it clear.
Like the bones and stones she found, shaped into a point and purpose
And her pen the arrow, her hand the bow.

She said, make sure you're looking where you step. You've a tendency not to notice
There's an arrowhead underneath each of our noses
If we get out of our own head and look around.

We just might see the trees like she did. Her father's heart and might in the forest
And they spoke to her like a daughter, so she planted more.


The world's meant for our eyes
And our eyes are meant for wonder
To see it in all, the rhyme, the rhythm
Ready to write are we, the poet.



The wind like my mother she called my name. A whisper heard over the cars the cries and the clamor.
The lake like a mirror it looked back at me, reflecting no fear, no fault, finding not one a single scratch.

The mounts like my father they guarded the ground. A shadow cast over the town, it's streets, and it's people.
The trees they swayed in the wind that spoke. I joined in their dance to the song that echoed off the mountainside 

This must be where God comes to rest.

The calm like my brother it kept by my side. A feeling that nothing at all could rid me of meaning
I rose like a child with worry in hand. I threw it into the lake,
I felt the weight lift off my back with every bounce across the water and then it sank. I was a feather.

The sun like my sister, so gentle, so bright. I was the day waking up, adjusting to the morning
The fog like a blanket surrounded me whole. The church bells joined in the choir,
and we all sang come, oh peace, be nigh. Come, oh peace, be nigh.


The Storm

Making a living has a way of killing men
The lungs keep breathing but the soul suffocates within
There is nothing new under the sun, it's all the same
We need revival 'cause survivals a losing game

Am I fighting the good fight, am I on the run?
Am I chasing vanity, or doing what needs to be done?

A man must always have something to conquer, a woman to fight for, a war to be waged.
We are born for the storm. Risk all and rebel, to live hard and die well is why we were made.

I've seen an evil that overcomes us all
The backs of good and wicked men are both against the wall
What then shall we do when we are destined for the dust?
We'll dig our feet into the earth and roll them sleeves up

No matter our station, wages, or trade,
Our labor is loving. It's a worth way to spend all our days.


This life's a vapor that quickly escapes
 My love, my hate, my memory will soon be erased
So let's breathe in this vapor and drink this sea dry
Do and dare greatly 'til our last day arrives



Stay here in the shade, in this world we made. Don't stray out from the canopy, safe 'neath the willow tree.

Whether or not there'll be warmer weather, there's just enough sun to see you're the light over me.

So take my had and pave the way, I'll love you night and day.


Be the ground underneath my feet, I'll walk with no need to worry.

Consume the stream rushing round my knees, I'll wade with you 'til the morning.

Be in the wind I hear whispering, I'll carry you when you're weary.

Below the willow will I be, come live with me beneath the tree.

Walk with me into the rain, distract the world away. I"ll fall for you, I'll follow you, unfaltering all the way.

Whether or not all this weather leaves soon, you and I left here long ago, dry under the leaves of the willow.

Locked away far from the rain, we wander through our domain.




Envy green, growing ivy vines that hold me. Up they go, past my collar bones and freckles on my nose

Higher, higher 'til the words I tell myself are covered. Envy green

The trees with their branches reach for something higher

The tips of my fingers always think there's something better, something more, something worth longing for

The stars mark the sky and separate the seasons

The day brings a greater light to set apart the mornings from the night, back and forth they fight

Oh, oh, oh. Caught up in the wonder. Oh, oh, oh. Of one day being better

When my deepest darkest blue and the gold that paints your sky collide


The secret inside of me is sick of silence 

It's calling from the hollow for a greater sense of purpose, there's is more, more we're intended

Oh, oh, oh. Caught up in the wonder. Oh, oh, oh. Of one day being better

When my deepest darkest blue and the gold that paints your sky collide


What if we could take a taste of the maybe, beyond what's been known and been named

Bittersweet, we're blooming forth from the envy. There's freedom in the wisdom, but from the bite Eve lost her Eden

Oh, oh, oh. Caught up in the wonder. Oh, oh, oh. We all wear this scarlet letter

It is written in  our fate, and the fault is when our stars collide, the garden will grow wild.



There was blood in the air. I was on all fours screaming life isn't fair. Break down these walls.

As their marksmen hit their marks and their cloaks of justice are only cloaks after all.


Born young and wild, don't let them cut your tail.

Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine. On last lifeline, I'm hanging high.

Stay awake, oh, from the wolves you run barefoot. With their libelous, venomous words, they shoot.

Pulled and panicked, the door is locked. We're trapping inside of your own heart. It's a spectator's sport.

Just play your part. Just play your part


Rain Clouds

I’m being followed by the rain clouds. My clothes are soaking up the pain that keeps pouring down. Too much more and I may drown.

I’m being followed by the night sky. It stole away my sight, it seems I have lost my way. I need someone to be my guide.


Listen to my voice. Close your frightened eyes. Hide behind my love for you. 

‘Cause fear’s only a choice, one that we all must make someday.

So know you’re not alone in this.

I’m being frightened by the people who look on me like I’m a scar upon their perfect skin, perfect to only them.

I’m being shadowed by my past, reminding me of what I was and what I could become. My sins should stay where they belong.


I’m sick and tired of these rain clouds that cover up the morning sun I so desperately seek. Just one tiny glimpse is all I need.

A spark of hope is what I’m after. A single day with cloudless skies would surely make a change, a friend whispering it’ll be all right.



A broken heart is broken earth. The soil’s rich and it gives birth to new life, a brand new life.

Throw me all the seeds you sow. I’ll take them in and make them grow in your light. Just give it time.


So put down your roots. And I’ll plant this fallow field of mine with you.

So put down your roots. Together we will watch this desert bloom.

We waited out the winter months, hoping that the spring would come and she came; she brought us rain.

A rain to quench a deadly thirst, to end the drought and break the curse on this land and on my hands.


Blue Eyed Girl

When you hold my hand in yours there is wonder written on your face. 

I'd love to live inside your heart because it is a wonderful place.

Well, I’d been writing songs about you before our paths ever crossed. Since I’ve been hanging around you I’ve been feeling a little less lost.


Blue eyed girl, let your hair hang down. Let the colors of your soul spill out for everyone to see.

In a world of black and white and gray you paint something beautiful every day.

I can't think of a better way to spend the time I have. So I'll spend it with you, my blue eyed girl.

I’ll march right along to your beat. The rhythm of your spirit makes me feel much more alive.

There’s wisdom in the way you speak and I see "I love you" in your eyes.

Oh, I wouldn’t mind staying up talking to you all night as you're telling me everything about the books you read.


Before you came along my skies were often dark and clouded, but the atmosphere is clear now that you're here.

 I’ve heard my whole life that home is where the heart is, but I cannot feel at home when you’re not near.


Letters from the Atlantic

Oh, sailor dearest, come on home. Won’t you stay with me for another year?

The beer is cold and the bed is warm. I’m hoping you’ll walk through my door.

Nights here get lonely. I love you, but you love the sea. And it’s kept you from me.

Oh, wife my dearest, I know you’re home. What’s been keeping you there for another year?

The seas are cold and the sun is warm. I’m hoping you’ll leave the shore.

Life’s been weighing you down, heavy hearted to the ground. Why not sail with me?


Heave and Ho! Our ship is ready to go. And we’ll sail, sail, sail away from here.

Don’t cry, it’s alright. Our wings were made to fly. And we’ll sail, sail, sail away, my dear.

Oh, sailor dearest, I can’t come aboard. My fear, it spreads from starboard to port.

I’d rather live quietly, right here beneath the trees with my roots planted deep.

Oh, wife my dearest, I love you so, but a man like me was made to explore.

Grab a bag full of hope. Look for sails made of tope. We’ll leave the dock and be free.



There’s a beast that can’t be tamed, with its dark and evil ways, making its home inside each one of us.

The beast's attack is heard, not seen. It lies right behind my teeth. It can’t create, it only deconstructs.

Have you heard the word?


We all whisper against our enemies. And we whisper against our friends.

We murmur, breathing out murderous talk, whispering wounds we cannot mend.

I’ll say behind your back what I won’t tell you to your face. I’m a double sided man, and you're the same.

With the same mouth we bless and curse, little Pharisees from our birth, happy as long as there’s someone else to blame.

Have you heard the word?


In reality, our duality is our tragic flaw. With our lips we commit the greatest sins of all.



I sense there’s trouble ahead. It’s clear by the signs and warnings that should tell where all blame is due. So why are they pointing at my head?

All have been led astray. We’ve all fallen short in some way. Please understand I’m ashamed. and I beg of you, please find your grace.


‘Cause I’m not in a right state of mind. I just wish I had strength to admit it.

My stubbornness will put up a fight, but I don’t deserve to win it.

I’m left in the dark pondering my mistakes, but in the light I swear I will deny it all.

I sense deception to come. Honestly, truth and I are never one. ‘Cause I am the lying man and I have made you my next victim.

I need you to see through my act, to tell me I’m wrong, to take off the mask, or else I’ll be left in the lie. I’ll deceive my way straight to demise.


I am the host of the hostility. I’m the master magician that makes you believe

I’m real, I’m not fake, but in reality I’m a lying man.

My life’s become this grand game of deception. My mind’s ignored all my heart’s good intentions.

We all feel this tension. We all have our own illusions.


Man in Room 39

Windowless room, number 39, holds an honest man with a thirsty mind.

But there are no rivers inside these walls, and so he sings,


Roaring brooks and cherry trees. This is the place my heart longs to be. 

The blossoms in the water call me.

His glossy shoes only hold him down. They were never meant to cover ground.

So he slips them off and frees his soul, then he goes to,


Remember a mountaintop has no roof and a home in the wild needs no window.

Leave your cage, break your chains. Roar your name and sing,


If You're the Coffee

I would pay a fortune to buy all the gas just to drive around the town with you.

We would wake before the sun and throw out our maps, get gone till our hearts play in tune.

I would fly a million miles away just to have you there to hold my hand.

I would swim across the ocean, whatever it takes to know that I’m with you again.

And oh, no matter where we go, baby, I’ll be happy ‘cause,


When the morning sings I think of us. You got me smiling, like I’m in love.

And who’da thunk we’d end up getting stuck so perfectly.

If you’re the milk, I’m the cookie. If you’re the coffee, I’m the cream.

Everyday I start a'missing the sound of your laugh. You’re the sugar in my cup of tea.

And sometimes when I am dreaming, you ask for my hand. We dance across dimensions in our bare feet.

And oh, no matter where we go, baby, I’ll be happy ‘cause,


I needed a pick-me-up before you tripped right over me. 

The happiness that I feel’s been hidden few and far between, but you found me.


If you’re the train, I’m the ticket; the spoon, I’m the fork; the salt, I’m the pepper; the knob, I’m the door.

If you’re the milk, I’m the cookie. If you’re the coffee, I’m the cream.

The Anthem of Mr. Dark

I never have the time to do the nothing that I want to do. I’m always rushing around being what other people want me to be.

Well, the fabric of my soul is frayed and falling apart at the seams. I’m tied up and tied down by the strings of other people’s dreams.

I’m starting to see that that isn’t me. My freedom isn’t free. All I really want is some room to breathe.


Someday, I’ll learn to say no. Find a way to lighten my load.

People take possession of the pieces of my weary heart.

I'll learn to let go, and learn to say no.

Feeling like a lion lying down behind the bars of this cage. Yea, the king of the beast is now the king of this enclosed space.

Wear and tear and worry, they’ve been drawing their lines on my face. I feel a whole lot older than my chronological age.

I’m starting to see that that isn’t me. My freedom isn’t free. All I really want is some room to be me.


Give us your time and give us your money. Just lay down your body, there’s no sense in running.

Now cut off your hair and put on a tie. Just do what you’re told without wondering why.

Don’t ask for a reason, no matter the season. Sit down and comply 'cause we don’t want no free men,

We’ll say what you are, decide what you’re not. You go, and you go, and you never will stop.



Woe to thee with fearful eyes, their lighthouse is burning up and down goes the ship in which they wasted their whole lives.

Cursed are tongues that speak in only can’t’s, and won’t’s, and oh, what if the world went and died, left you buried in regrets.

You never kissed the ceiling.

Broke are feet with timid souls that only move an inch, no more. No, don’t you even try to take a step the other way.

Useless are the hands the rule, they’re tightly bound, so fake, so full of fear that someday they’re handed opportunity.

They never kissed the ceiling.


Blessed are the minds that need no disguise, that fly up o’er mountain.

Dance like an empress, you’ll impress them all. Unmask the beauty you’re given.

Shame to thee with harden hearts, feel for nothing, cry for none. Your own flesh and blood, ripped of life before your eyes.

Sickened are the selfish souls that spread disease to those with hope. They steal away the ones that try to save the mess they’ve made.

They never kissed the ceiling.


And kiss the ceiling.

Woe to thee with fearful eyes, their lighthouse is burning up and down goes the ship in which they wasted their whole lives.


Leila, you’re my lady and I’d like you not to leave
Tell me, am I still the one you’re thinking of?
Never have I known another to which I’d compare
Leila, I’ll be lonely if I lose your love

Leila, come and lay. Leap into me, lingering sweetly.
Leila, take my lips. Lean in with yours, let me be yours.

Leila, I will follow you to any land you lead
Never-green or evergreen, I will be yours
Across the painted desert and over misty mount
Nothing will keep me from coming to your door

Leila, come and lay. Leap into me, lingering sweetly.
Leila, take my lips. Lean in with yours, let me be yours.

Leila, you’re my lady and I’d like you not to leave
Tell me, am I still the one you’re thinking of?
Never have I known another to which I’d compare
Leila, I’ll be lonely if I lose your love