Your therapist was lonely
So I shared for one night only
Played the music that nobody understands

She swore she’d seen better
Saw the Dead Sea somewhat wetter
Think we’re keeping up despite our high demands

Call me wanton, find me useless
But you’ll hardly find me museless
Think I’m better than I am? I know you are

And if I could have my way, I’d
Sink my sorrows any day, I
Can’t yet hit the road when I ain’t got a car

Sing me my sorrow
And hit me on the trail
It ain’t tomorrow
But know you’ll find me on the rail

My inklings know my namesake
But I never share my mistake
Be my pen and paper, not my guitar

If my history was juicy
Sure I’d be more loosey-goosey
I’m still trying to forget the way we are

Sing me my sorrow
And hit me on the trail
It ain’t tomorrow
But know you’ll find me on the rail

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The Way Home

Remember to stay hydrated, yeah? It’s getting cooler out there, with the approaching autumnal equinox. All the easier to forget your hydration when you’re not sweating your shoes off.

If you’re feeling it rough in your head, reach out to a pal. Chances are, they’ve thought of you recently. You matter. Take care!