I got my lips pursed kissing the mascarons

Panhandling the day away.

Mind is racing into the dark.

Oh the sights you'll see!

The evening view from my bedroom windows.

She stomped upon his compass

and tore to shreds his map

she said 'You'll always find your way

to the important places

the places you're meant to be'

and then she left in an off white Honda

on a hazy evening that held

a melting orange sherbet sun

in a sidewalk chalk drawing sky

without ever telling him

how he would know when he arrived

at any such place,

So he began his great journey

he took evening busses in the summer rain

he lost himself in the glory of the deep shelves

of quiet libraries that hoarded

fountains of knowledge and millions of dreams

he woke up early to listen to the birds

as they sung the sun into the sky

and watched lightning dance across midnight clouds

hoping for inspiration,

He stood upon the beach

and dreamt he was a ship

traveling beyond the restrictions of time

crossing horizons but never reaching them

the currents were his will

the waves were his angels

and eventually he would see the light

her light

beckoning home

bringing him back to shore

but the waves are endless

and time is fickle

so that if the tide never turns

and the light never shines

Been here before. Been here forever.

From the eponymous debut LP.