Thanks

Well I’ve been wading in your waves up to my chin, sinking slowly deeper as the waves roll in. Losing sight of land, I’m wondering, “How’d I ever trick myself to get back in?” Believe me, there’s no harder thing in this life than believing that happiness is within my arm’s reach and seeing that there is beauty in this world that I have been missing, and I don’t want to miss no more. These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face, and I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me. And now the leaves are turning on the trees and there’s a map between me and what I need. I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking. I’m throwing darts at a map, trying to remember where I left my heart last. So when the van’s packed up and the tank is filled with gas, we can make our way from the east coast to the west. And you could call… Or I’ll see you all next summer or next fall, and we can talk about the year we spent apart since the last time every city stole my heart. These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face, and I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me. And now the leaves are turning on the trees and there’s a map between me and what I need. I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.