It has been two years since I've done a show and maybe five years since I've really said anything. I feel rusty and overwhelmed.
I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin' For answers to questions that I already know I could build me a castle of memories Just to have somewhere to go Count the days and the nights that it takes To get back in the saddle again Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day Start talkin' again, when I know what to say
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