from chicago to new york, they're dropping the same lines
questions of age; a promise we'll lose all conviction
as we accumulate more days
i still feel the same as i felt at thirteen
and i'm going to feel this way until i die
never illusioned to begin with, i came alive in '05
i guess we're riding different trains, you and i
i suppose we've got our different gauges of what makes this worth it at all
meteoric reports notwithstanding i'll stand out in the shower-fall
like the stink of the lamp, you can't scrub this stench
coal miners / soul miners; donning black in perpetual tense