I’ve been asking questions, hearing songs I’ll never need Finding decompression in the mile by the sea I’ve been happy knowing that I’m happy when I’m stuck In the warmth of the growing state of lacking any luck I’ve been sending notes and checking in and making time Piling up the votes and clearing throats and compromising I’ve been telling new ways that I’m sorry, I was wrong Here’s one now, “I will try to stay in this story until you’re gone.” I’ve been sitting on couches, sitting at tables, sitting on the floor Comparing how we’re slouching, that we’re able nevermore I’ve been tryin’ to figure what I gathered all these months Been too scared to somehow trigger too much laughter, too much fun. I’ve been holding traces of self-awareness to selfishness I like showing faces of my impairment to my success. I’ve been hedonistic, and worst of all, it’s been great.

Verse 1 Some nuance in commanding doesn’t get them standing, Juxtaposed with yelling makes poor storytelling. To sway their ideology, without fear or theology, You gotta be relatable with points that aren’t debatable like, Chorus "Love is a song. It’s a beat, steady and long. Love, tried and true, looks a lot like me and you." Verse 2 Make it nice and general, body language of an admiral. Friends to call your revelry, text painting like some pot pourri. I’m Trying to make it seem like I Know what I’m doing with Saying lots of nothing Saying lots of nothing Saying lots of nothing Saying lots of nothing Saying lots of nothing Chorus Love is a song. It’s a beat, steady and long Love, tried and true, looks a little like me and you Bridge Here’s a declaration to those of you caring (Here’s a declaration to those of you caring) Nothing’s coming out of my mouth that’s gonna sound like caring (Nothing’s coming out of my mouth that’s gonna sound like caring) (Love is a song. It’s a beat, steady and long Love, tried and true, looks a little like me and you)

Verse 1 I could say “Thank God I’m gone” Monday morn, I was never wrong. The winter gave my car a better feel, but Kroger never gave good enough a deal to stay 15 minutes from a best friend Rope-tying business with a loose end Thurmins-Hutchins and a six-pack: Could anyone ever beat that? Patron of racial justice and patron of tax Helped me understand I could relax Could always fixate on a butterfly Or Ms. Lawrence’s face on I-65 Holiday Manor Taylorsville, Factorrrrr-y Frankfort, Breckenridge, Westport Baxter, Hurstbourne, Blakenbaker, Freys Hill Matthews, Shelbyville, Prospect, of course Tied to my remorse Rocked the Local Honeys, Alternator’s Funny, plateauing my money lots Dizzy-Whiz and Trolleys skipped those for other Follies and co-worker lolligags Speedy ways of wasting time walking to the Limey Donuts there, like I even care One used McDonald’s, one used walks When Louisville didn’t give a lot Pre-chorus Board the windows, bar the doors. When I see that weather, I give a little chort Chorus Mouths, I ain’t feedin’; Tea, I ain’t drinkin’. Smiles, I ain’t givin’, Cause it’s almost a Kentucky Kind of Day A Race? I ain’t drivin’ A crowd? I’m denyin’ A taste of the rye and see ,It’s almost a Kentucky Kind of Day Verse 2 Thursday night where I found muse And I guess I got a little better with my Blues I tackled stairs and learned a Fair amount of being scared of being Paired with my friends and what that lends Ben Sollee, we’re out of trend Victorians are walling me in Like serving white, business men; I Crumbled underneath the caffeine Couldn’t keep the LaCroix theme. Hand me “A Late One”, I’m getting tired Talking to my wife, who's busy getting fired. This day reminds me I can’t be murdered, that’s a guarantee Have lots to say about the deportees 3 percent chance bourgeoisie Liquor Cabinets Free wine, rebates that let me Justify a drink waking with a stink Sipping bourbon straight, mints a little tainted Comment on the sex, workers’ gotta flex Churchill Downs would always give a frown Holes inside my Productivity my Fidelity and Taylor’s body The only thought of 2020, Ormsby would not be funny At least we got a name for our future cat and Greater appreciation for some stronger lats Pre-Chorus 2 When I’m listless, self-contained If I hear a train a comin’, there’s nothing to explain. Chorus Mouths, I ain’t feedin’; Tea, I ain’t drinkin’. Smiles, I ain’t givin’, Cause it’s almost a Kentucky Kind of Day A Race? I ain’t drivin’ A crowd? I’m denyin’ A taste of the rye and see ,It’s almost a Kentucky Kind of Day Bridge When my middle has a little Serendipitous laissez-faire, I think back to that Old Kentucky Home and my heart begins to tear. Sad or pleasant, here in the present, I can only breathe a sigh. 30% a psycho, want to dip in the Ohio since I could never save a life.

I don’t wanna think about it Administration rights without the climb I don’t wanna think about it Salt around the rim with a hint of lime You’ve been given a mind to think about it Feasting on my popcorn and wine I don’t wanna think about it But there’s nothing better to do. I don’t wanna think about it The weather’s meant to change, so why should I? I don’t wanna think about it Insurance doesn’t cover my wasted time. You’ve been blessed with eyes to see around it. I won’t make a joke about whisky and rye Cause I don’t want to think about it, But the ones who do are very few. I can get the planning done. I can find equations for proportional relationships. They like the jokes about the lock these days. They don’t get paid much, so let's leave a tip. Heavier under lighter, Give the base some structure without any quips Of too much to think about. I’m living in a house that I’d like to flip.

Thinking of you gives (I never lied but I wish that I had) (Always looking never giving any) Peace Solace in life never seeing you again God will direct My path away No more running without finding You. Dusk means a great deal to many(me). Fading sun creates a dream, a nightmare for Me.

Verse 1 Turn it on, just this once, just for fun Let’s see, was I wrong? Did your man get you in a funk? That’s the plan, that’s the scheme, to smell the number 71. Imagine it was summer, with the earthquakes and thunders And you, girl, were just eager to run. Here he comes now. (Toh Toh Tiki Toh Toh Tiki Toh rattle pula jamble Toh Toh Tiki Tiki Toh) Chorus Use your senses, He’s coming for you His eyes are glaring, he’s saying “Elephant shoe” When he gets here, what are you gonna do? Face the Music. Find a clue. Verse 2 She wants her vengeance, sweet and mild. The scent from her bedroom stank of lacquer and pie Closed out the sound of fresh ideas and groovy guys It was never what you wanted to hear. You were digging with the beat of Fear, Which tasted just completely different from what he had in mind, But here he comes now. (Toh Toh Tiki Toh Toh Temper si vous plait ricotta, ki tomba Toh Toh Tikiti Toh) Chorus Use your senses, He’s coming for you His eyes are glaring, he’s saying “Elephant shoe” When he gets here, what are you gonna do? Face the Music. Find a clue. Bridge What’s that smell? What’s that smell? What’s that smell? What’s that smell? Shhh..... Use your senses. Use your senses. He's coming for you. Use your senses. He's coming for you. Use your senses. He's coming for you. Use your senses. He's coming for you.

She doesn’t like finance, The future is a dream. She doesn’t like the texture Of plans that are sown on the cuff of her sleeve. Something doesn’t seem right. You talk a little less. Practice self-implosion When it wrinkles if put under stress. She doesn’t like holidays When nothing isn’t there. She books an airplane ticket Thinking life is put on a dare. Got the perfect set-up, Both are underground, But perfect didn’t come with Terms to an agreement with surround sound. She’s always counting backwards Until the next trip. She’s thinking that this month Isolation is going to fit. Probably bitter, Doesn’t work that hard. Libido is lacking. To- Night, I’m giving myself a start To live A life without caring. What’s he gonna do? Isn’t that what he’s preaching, Live like nothing is at the brink?

Verse 1 I wonder where you’re from, Is it the same as me? Give me your constellation. You’re stuck in Tennessee? Kick it back now I wonder who you know. Are they important now? If it’s a consolation Our parents aren’t in town. Kick it back now. Chorus Let’s wait three more hours, That’s no gun against your back Let’s wait three more hours, It’s a game of time attack. Verse 2 I wonder why you’re here, Learning how to think. New Year’s Resolution, Lips are looking pink. Kick it back now I wonder what's your deal? Where's that confidence? Marriage gives companions, If you're on the fence Kick it back now. Chorus Let’s wait three more hours That’s no gun against your back Let’s wait three more hours It’s a game of time attack. Now let's play some more Now let's play some more Now let's play some more Now let's play some more Now let's play some more Now let's play some more Now let's play some more I wonder where you're from?