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I’ll talk if you drive.

2005 starry eyes in the dark of the night. Like, “If we ever get outta here alive it’ll be on borrowed time.” Time to trade in my shire for a harder life and see what designs we can find in tomorrow’s skies. So I packed my luggage up and sailed toward the moon. Landed on other side, and disembarked to pay my dues. Hung my grandfather’s knuckles on a nail in my room. Flipped the mattress onto the wall flipped a sample or two. We made it snow on them hoes. I drilled a hole in my head. We smoked the bogies indoors, ashed on the floor and our pants. I opened the doors of my home to wandering women and men who were only kids when they entered and left with more than they spent. We were invincible. Drinkin’ like we tryin’ to die. I’ve always listened to my child inside. Oh, the places I’ve gone, oh the songs that I’d write. “I’ve never fallen out of love. I don’t know what that’s like.” Creature gave me a shot. We brought the evil to Bleeker. Had to clean the stage with a mop after we leaked through their speakers. Queens was our little secret we shared with millions of strangers. We saw the city from a windowless basement. Nasa showed us the ropes. Took the boys on the road and told me a story a buck about all my heroes of old. I hosted traveling souls, rambling lovers and warriors. I called this mecca my home, it rarely called me a New Yorker.

See this was never my city, even if it might miss me.
It’s not good bye forever, because I ain’t gone for good, but I said i’d never settle and it’s time to hit the road 
This was never my city 
I say that so my heart will forgive me.
See, t’s not good bye forever, because I ain’t gone for good but she decided not to settle so now it’s time to hit the road.
I know they’ll keep the lights on in my city. 
I’ll make believe it stays awake for me and my possible reentry. 
I’d promise to return but i’m givin’ us some distance first. In the end, we’re all just visitors.

We’re all just visitors

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from Pressure of the Tempest, released March 9, 2020

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