dead & living, rich & poor
present and accounted for
modern fiction, ancient lore
present and accounted for
railroad crossing, big box store
present and accounted for
sense of longing in your core
present and accounted for
preschool, check
community pool, check
pretty little prison
can't quite put my finger on it
there's something we're missin', check
one earth burning, one hundred shades of war
present and accounted for
fear of learning there's no cure
present on the count of four (1, 2, 3, 4)
racetrack here
kids in the back, here
key in the ignition, check
can't quite put my finger on it
there's someone we're missin', check
feeling that 'ya can't ignore
present and accounted for
that nothing matters anymore
baby trip that lil' trap door
present and accounted for
present and accounted for
present and accounted for
your words arrived, i counted five
cut like a knife my flesh and bone
when are you coming home
i'm always coming home
we stood outside, i squeezed you tight
the moon was bright, the wind was blowin'
when are you coming home
i'm always coming home
ya didn't look bruised, nah, just confused
but in your shoes, my shadows shown
when are you coming home
i'm always coming home
with nothing less than every breath
another step, a seed we've sown
when are you coming home
i'm always coming home
from the clouds in your eyes
i get the sense my reply's
not gonna satisfy you right now
you have swept every floor
you've checked each corner
you're sure
i am nowhere to be found
in that house
exactly when will i set foot
stay by your side forever
well, though i know
you don't believe me, yet
i swear i never left ya, never
so please don’t build a wall or take the fault
or turn to salt or turn to stone
when are you coming home
i'm always coming home
when your doors are locked, when your chairs are rocked
when your beats have dropped, when your birds have flown
when are you coming home
i'm always coming home
my head's about to blow, my heart's about to burst
my phone's 'bout to inform me that it's january first
i am tipsy as a toddler, i am dizzy as a dreidel
i am red-faced as a reindeer
that spun out on some loose cable
it's too late, brother, to beat the buzzer
i'm still covered in confusion
3, 2, 1, kisses, but with god my witness
and to everyone who's still here
i swear that next year
i'll make some new year's resolutions
start plannin' in the autumn
use that early start
to make a little spreadsheet
and insert a couple charts
with a full list of my bad bits
the beliefs and the behaviors
with a good goal, to save my soul
and babe maybe even save yours
i had a clear eyed idea, mia
but i botched the execution
3, 2, 1, kisses, to my bastards and bitches
listen up my friends, have no fear
i swear that next year
i'll make some new year's resolutions
2023 i promise this
in 2024 i'll make some promises
2025 is like a fantasy
but 2026'll pick some plans for me
then when it's NYE, i'll check the paperwork
consult the ways i've been a joy
and ways i've been a jerk
dressed and ready at the door before
ms. midnight comes a knockin'
with my mittens and commitments on hand
once that ball starts droppin'
it's too late, mother, i missed the buzzer
held my breath but time kept movin'
3, 2, 1, kisses, not just for my missus
but for everyone who's stayed here
i swear that next year
i'll make some new year's resolutions
it's a hell of a place (hello hello hello)
it's a hell of a time (oh, well, LOL, oh)
everything's fucked, and everything's fine
it's the end of days (halo halo halo)
it's the stars that shine (they glow they glow the glow)
everything's fucked, and everything's fine
it's too soon to bail out
but if you're so inclined
everything's fucked, and everything's fine
so i saw a doctor, he said heaven yes and hell's
inside my skull, he lied, that's impossible
we're only gods, we're only ghosts
we can't be neither we must be both
there's a gun on the ledge (hello hello hello)
there's a grape on the vine (SOSOSO)
everything's fucked, and everything's fine
there's a park with a bench (where i go i go i go)
there's a room with a blind
(where i know through the window)
everything's fucked, and everything's fine
now that nothing is yours alone
now that nothing is mine
everything's fucked, and everything's fine
made friends with a physicist in 1995
that cat's long dead and yet that same cat's alive
we're only kittens, we're only tigers
we can't be both so we must be neither
time is a thief (hello hello hello)
but aging's no crime (you know on the late show)
everything's fucked, and everything's fine
you and me we could be (XOXOXO)
leaving all that behind (below bellow bellow)
everything's fucked, and everything's fine
we should be cheering hip hooray
or curled up in our beds cryin'
everything's fucked, everything's fine
fine
fine
fine
lookin' right at the mountains
lookin' right at the mirror
44 but who's countin'
it's just me and god here
time could still prove me wrong, dear
but i'll say just the same
i think i might finally be
99 percent free of my shame
for the places i'm scared of
and the places i'm scarred
for the days i couldn't just be happy
nights i couldn’t just be hard
for all the spirits that left me
all the bodies that came
i think i might finally be
99 percent free of my shame
rinse and repeat, reign and repent
long as i've got that remaining percent
i'll keep it here, a souvenir
from a dark and distant time
a cute little token of all the other ninety nine
for the holes in my heart, hon
for the ones in my head
for the dumb things i've done, son
and the dumb ones i've said
for my failure to win one
ounce of riches or fame
i think i might finally be
99 percent free of my shame
i think i might finally be
99 percent free of my shame
couldn't it be a choir
shouldn't it be some kind of classic symphony
in the woods and on the wire
sound waves bouncing back and forth in sympathy
but in this crowded closet, and outside in that clearing
harmony is not the word for whatever i'm hearing
no wonder it's so hard for them to get along
each little bird with its own damn song
tweet tweet tweet, whistle whistle whistle, caw caw caw
each little bird with its own damn song
shouldn't there be a channel
everyone's tuned into like some bright north star
or perhaps a panel
making joint decisions 'bout the repertoire
just watch a monster birthing, just watch a human being
harmony is not the word for whatever we're seeing
some they cry, some they hum
and some they sing so strong
each little bird with its own damn song
each little bird with its own damn song
the headlines shortly, the crime, the courts
the feel good story, the dow, now sports
and finally the forecast
in lieu of a full frontal lobotomy
guess we both had better
find the grace notes caught in the cacaphony
could be that grandpa's growing
could be that toddler's teething
harmony can't be the only reason for breathing
maybe each bird in flight was alright all along
each little bird with its own grand song
cuckoo kee, whistle whistle whistle, i was wrong
each little bird with its own sweet song
i saw them in the city, i saw them on the farm
they felt so close, so close by
i could almost reach out my arms
i saw them from the canyon (up and down and)
i saw them on the hill
and i knew that the ones that were moving fastest
they were the ones that looked the most still
you smiled and then the sky exploded again
but nobody'd ever bothered to explain
that once night fell i was somehow supposed to tell
the stars from the planes, the stars from the planes
i saw them shine and shimmer
i watched them fade in flight
a billion shades of black
and a million more shades of white
i spied you chase their trails (and had to wonder)
what's the actual rush
when the hitch is the ones you can wish upon are
the very ones you're never gonna touch
i longed to shake all that light 'bove the lake
i longed to break free from these chains
but once night fell just how was i supposed to tell
the stars from the planes, the stars from the planes
once we settle this little bet we'll
finally know if i'm liar
pick a petal, he loves metal
pick a petal, he loves fire
i studied them in silence
like i studied them in school
both running into physics
mystics running clear out of fuel
a burning in our bodies (do you copy)
an aching in our souls
it was tragic
the ones that we feared come crashing
they were the only ones in our control
we taxied down every runway and found
we didn’t know how to fly or go up in flames
but once night fell we were somehow supposed to tell
the stars from the planes, the stars from the planes
you'll find me caged
you'll find me crowned
you'll find i'm on fire
you will find i've drowned
sorry, dear, no heroes here
though some days i swear we're shapeshiftin'
no werewolves but i swear, wolf
some nights we turn into something different
you'll find me off
you'll turn me on
you have just arrived
and now you're long gone
sorry, dear, no heroes here
though some days i swear we're shapeshiftin'
no werewolves but i swear, wolf
some nights i feel like the monster's missing
we swim the channels, walk the cliffs
we wash our hands, we lose our grips
the dial turns, the digit it shifts
sky-high birds, sunken ships
we've done our best
and we've done worse
we'll be royalty
if we don't die of thirst
sorry, dear, no heroes here
though some days i swear we're shapeshiftin'
no werewolves but i swear, wolf
some nights we turn into something different
so, dear, no heroes here
though some days i swear we're shapeshiftin'
no werewolves but i swear, wolf
some nights i feel like a storm that's lifting
well i can't tell ya quite
how to live your own life
that'd be so impolite, i'd never
so if you wanna stand out
then go ahead, it's allowed
if you simply can't stand together
but with all due respect, kid
you will probably wreck it
if you'd rather be carefree
than you would be
any kind of connected
there's only so much fun
anybody can have as a party of one
when all is said and done
only so much partyin' at a party of one
nonetheless you tell me
that you would rather be
just as light and as free
as the air, shit
that sounds nice, here’s the deal
most everything seems more real
with someone else who can feel & share it
i’m not saying it’s easy
to find someone who you really
wanna be touchy-feely with
but believe me, it’s more likely in 3D
there's only so much fun
anybody can have as a party of one
and when your feast's all done
good luck tryin' to split the bill
with a party of one
not to say you'll have none
no i know you'll have some
with the skin over your thoughts
and the scale under your thumb
clinging to your own dreams
marching to your own drums
stirring up your own storms
singing to your own strums
cobbling your own crowns
sweeping up your own crumbs
open ocean you're gone
it's so big it's beyond
and that lil' boat you're on
it's yours, kid
so rock it, dock it or, um
sail it into the sun
yeah, you can stray
you can stay the course, kid
no i am not the coast guard
fact is i hope you go far
maybe send us a postcard
warm regards to all my wannabe co-stars
there's only so much fun
anybody can have as a party of one
and when the angels come
they will set that table for a party of one
sometimes my mouth doesn't do
exactly what 'ya might like it to
but give it time, i swear to you
girl it is gonna be one of the
sweetest mouths you ever knew
sometimes my limbs do not go
exactly where 'ya might like them, no
but give 'em time, i swear it's so
girl they are gonna be some of the
greatest limbs that ever growed
you'll be so glad you waited
til the madness melted and the magic made it
step right in, join the club
the walls come down, the sun comes up
maybe my heart won't debut
until it's long overdue
but give it time, i swear, it's true
girl it is gonna be one of the
finest hearts that blood's run through
was forcin' my feet
through the hail and the heat
tryin' to hit royal street, grab that throne
when i got an alert that the hate and the hurt
in the dust and the dirt were my own, so
i’m throwing up my hands, calling off my plans
chalking it up to dumb fate
i'm throwing up my hands, i'm doin' a little dance
i'm giving up and it feels great
always felt it was a fact
that i'd have an impact
on this rock, cold and cracked
i'd be strong
but it's slowly come clear
through the thick atmosphere
this stone's too big to steer
i was wrong, so
i’m throwing up my hands calling off my plans
it's a lost cause, it's too late
i'm throwing up my hands, i'm doin' a little dance
i'm giving up and it feels great
you say it’s upsetting
just to see me settling
it's so sad
but i’d rather be a quitter
than to end up growin' bitter
or goin' mad, screw that
i’m throwing up my hands, i'm tellin' all my friends
i'm comin' home no need to wait
i'm throwing up my hands, i'm doin' a little dance
i'm giving up and it feels great