When you headed down to Charleston Drove without even stopping I thought that you should stay here You all decided to disappear Working nightshifts as a waitress Weary worn out and restless College crashed in California You told me not to warn ya You told me that you had to be far away They all told you you were uptight That you needed to relax more Everyones so laid back out in LA After school at Queens Center For hours we would loiter Heard the scene in Philadelphia Was filled with intelligentsia When leaving is your antidote Took no time to diagnose And understand the mess spinning in your brain It never got much easier As your company got sleazier Just kept on hopping from place to place I know I'm getting anxious They say it's cause I'm East Coast Nobody gets this anxious in LA It's hectic here in Brooklyn I know I really shouldn't Shouldn't have asked for you to stay

Augustine breathes a sigh of relief, He's spending too much time on these mysteries, Homilies on shared miseries, And they all sound the same. Augustine traces these haunted walls, He hears suffering like a banshee's call, Memories that don't belong to him, On a dark ship sailing in. Augustine feels the weight of evil, As he moves through a day that is seemingly civil, His soul rips at his body now, Cities built at a godly pace. Buildings move and airplanes fly, Now Augustine might touch the sky, The stars fall and the sun dies, Now Augustine might touch the sky. Buildings move and airplanes fly, Now Augustine might touch the sky, The stars fall and the sun dies, Now Augustine might touch the sky, Kings rule and people die, Now Augustine might tough the sky, Buildings move and airplanes fly, Now Augustine might touch the sky. He thinks of love as heaven at first, Says his kingdom's not of this earth, Now he sees Christ in life itself, Drives out heretics in droves. Buildings move and airplanes fly, Now Augustine might touch the sky, The stars fall and the sun dies, Now Augustine might touch the sky. Augustine died on Christmas Eve, Slumped over the pulpit with a sigh of relief, Said he'd rather have sinners and sheep, Than seventeen righteous ones.

Forest Park, narrow walkways Abandoned trains, crowded freeways Turnpikes, next to gardens Ice cream trucks, heard from congested apartments Van Wyck on one side, Grand Central the other Parks in the boroughs, always feel smothered Kids playing handball, the grassy knoll Escape from the clutter, on neighborhood strolls Wisdom's a gift, I'd trade it for space Youth is an honor, adulthood's an arm race All I have left, is Queens in the summer Flea market on Sundays, Rego Park's world wonder, so much to discover I escape from the clutter You and I, so hopeless Staring down, from our window Filled with peanuts and beer Wondering how the hell we got here Snow melting, makes me anxious These ignoring friends, make me nauseous I must be Los(t) Angeles or there must be something, I can do, that I can't do here Suburban life brings me fear Houses full of people so austere I'm not trying to change the world but I might be looking For a new hemisphere

The last thing I ever want to be is professional The only thing keeping me awake, so provincial Doubting Thomas with my hands in my lap, prove it to me Pastoral lands of lush green hues Wind and rain that mean nothing to you, superficial Off work and I’m land bound Jubilation and a come down Older brother always lead the way till he packed it round the world Younger one’s been a renegade for as long as we can remember Older sister’s been preoccupied with old whatshisface It’s never been the same You think of all those wasted days that you’ll never get back Then again were they wasted days when you measure back to back The last place I’d ever want to be is bicoastal The only thing keeping me awake, so provincial The last thing you ever said to me before you moved You said you’d write, I said I’d call, Now I can’t seem to know you at all Our time ends and I'm home bound Jubilation and a come down Older brother always lead the way till he packed it round the world Younger one’s been a renegade for as long as we can remember Older sister’s been preoccupied with old whatshername It’s never been the same Never been the same You think of all those wasted days and what they've come to lack Were they wasted days unless somebody told you that

Definition of insanity, she bought a bottle of tequila, he bought a bus ticket to Jersey When he arrived it was getting kind of late, she said Malcolm I'm moving backwards, He said it's been that way since 2008 He said let me see your recent paintings, examine the steadiness of your lines, Looking sort of crooked, compared to your 2009s Why do you always call me, if nothings gonna change, she paid for his bus ticket, He stayed a couple days She said Malcolm I know it's hard for you to believe, but your company makes me stable more than you ever could believe Keeps calling as the goings getting tough, doing the same thing over and over, Hopefully one day it's enough, it's enough She's still at the same diner, he's still at the same bar, started a budding friendship met at a show at some garage But he was only visiting, a friend who moved away, and she'd never leave New Jersey, even on judgment day Her sister is still struggling, her parents drive her insane, her grandma is in hospice, her friends just stress and strain But she just keeps on waiting, calls Malcolm at her worst, and he keeps on returning, takes some pills she has in her purse Any old advice won't ever do, she's stuck and overwhelmed and he's too quiet to break through But repeating bus trips and he has had enough, ten years of the same thing anyone else would just blow up, just blow up This reckless argument shows your neglectful of, the fact that I'm the type to feel I don't deserve any love And I'll tell you that it's my greatest fear, so its not too nice to remind me that I've got no romance out here And everyone else with in this world with I get along, so why do I need to move a million miles to feel like I belong And you and I just don't think alike, so I'm going to stop hitting my head against the wall every night, every night

She's a female version of a hustler, And she can see right through my lies, She knows me better than you do, knows me better than most, She says I'm like an empty building, bare bones and all, She says I'm uncomfortable in my own skin, She says I'm uncomfortable, just skin on skin, Says it's why I don't eat, it's why I don't bathe, She says the night's like a hot sticky paste. (She says) My body is a temple, A steeple with a temple, And you're the only one who can love it like a son. She says: "Your body is a temple, a great big temple, And you're the only one who doesn't see it." And I can't stomach this, I can't stomach anything, There's no sense getting close to me, If you're just gonna get bored of me, "Shut up," she says, "You're boring me." She says... She says: "Your body is a temple, A steeple with a temple, And you're the only one who can love it to the sun." She says: "Your body is a temple, a great big temple, And you're the only one who doesn't see it." Body is a temple, A great big temple, "And you're the only one who doesn't see it." We're getting older. And there are no more milestones, I think I'm finally getting over, Finally getting over myself, Said I'm finally getting over myself, Yeah I'm finally getting over myself... ...And my body is a temple, A steeple with a temple, And I'm the only one who can love it like the sun. My body is a temple, A great big temple, And I'm the only one who needs to see it. My body is a temple, A Byzantine temple, And I think that I'm staring to believe in it.

Big things have to happen, but they need small things just to start Put the key in the ignition, she couldn't start the car Called a mechanic out in Gravesend, who made it even worse She suspects her girlfriends been cheating, she thinks that she is cursed Takes solace in the long walks, takes solace in the parks Bush Terminal to Wave Hill, early sunrise to after dark Big things have to happen, but it’s a little harder without the car Girlfriend made them dinner, but it could only go so far We all get worried sometimes, keep relaying the same lines To keep someone else feeling alright, our feelings backseat to being polite Because if she brings it up, girlfriend will probably erupt So all the that time goes to waste, she pretends she's okay When your car's broken down, can't navigate town Take comfort in the greenery, just a small step from turning it around Her girlfriend sent her packing, was beat to the punch Moved in with her grandad, victim of the credit crunch Still works in Gravesend, long commute on the bus Less time at the gardens, took some time to adjust Enrolled in night classes, to keep her sanity She said I thought big things were supposed to happen They never did for me And when she gets home from school, she always loses her cool Wishes she had just spoken up, before being left in the dust Does her best to keep faith, Jummah every Friday Full of many regrets, burns through so many cigarettes Sometimes we all people please, unhealthy as it may be Sometimes our cars will break down, making it harder to get around So if big things come at all, then they have to start small With long walks in the park, or classes after dark She vows to never again, hold her suspicions in And if her car breaks down, she’s not gonna bring it back to Gravesend

Testify to Vinny Testaverde, I was brought in on the Air Train I'll be brought out on a gurney, Graduated to find out I'm not up to the task, I started on an impulse just to end up at an impasse, Turned lemons into less than lemonade, Remember the friendships, forget about the grades, I barely went to any football games, Went from vibrant late night dinners to doing makeup on the train. It's Rainy in New York, and I don't care Its Hectic in LA, but I'll be out there I'm moving there I'm moving, moving anywhere Taking time to work on myself, Working out ain't as fun without Curtis Hixon, See Curt he moved it down South, Heard he's writing a book about the corruptive states, Funny that's the way that I've been feeling, Ever since we all left that dignified place, There ain't no evergreens in F-L-A, But the sun can be productive, at least more than me, Maybe I need this time to be bored, By the time that I am ready, I won't be dead as a door, Everyone's moved on to bigger things, But the biggest thing I got from this is what they gave to me. It’s Rainy in New York I really don't care Theres traffic in LA But I'll be there, but I'll be out there I'm moving there, anywhere It's Rainy in New York, moving anywhere I don't care It's Rainy in New York, it's traffic in LA Theres traffic in LA I'll be out there I'm moving there, I don't care, Rainy in New York I'll be moving there I'll move anywhere Moving anywhere Hectic in LA, anywhere, Rainy in New York I'll move anywhere Stomping in Shreveport

Turn the corner on the walk back home, Smell the flowers and the summer rain, Took awhile to roam alone, I'm glad we made it to this point. You wish away my human thoughts, How like a puff of wind they're gone, I look to you and you hide your face, I'm glad we drew from this place. You're hands are open, full of all good things, Things that laugh and things that sing, Well I will sing to you all good things, May these words of mine please you. All your love's exceeding, And all our time is speeding. Oh my soul, all my soul, Oh my soul and all my soul.