For Ben, For Chip, The Wall, The Return, And Me

Take me as I come, I come alone
Take me as I go, I'm going nowhere
But if there's someone I should me
Or someplace I should be I will convene

Life if getting hard I hardly work
Things are getting soft, too soft to hear
If there's a job that I should take
Or a sound that I should make I will surrender

Everything I thought I needed now
Every little thing I own is taped away in cardboard
Every little thing I needed new
Every single thing I own is taped away

Streets I used to take I never use them
Footsteps I would trace I never follow
But there's a reason to return
And trails left to burn
I fill my gas tank

I left you all my notes
I left them on the stairs
I left them on the stairs that day with you
I lost my right to vote
I lost it on the stairs
I lost it on the stairs that day with you
My friend for you

So look me up and down I'm feeling shallow
Look me in the eye there's nothing deep
If there's a poet who might know the way my story goes
I'll let him finish