The people are sand, not castles. We're the germs that live in our mouths. And though the history's full of ass-holes, we live it up to ourselves to be the better loving person. And at times it may feel worse when you get lost, but you'll find it later, along with something that's worth saving. And hope is a lost lover on a train just getting farther and the space between us changes, but the distance remains nameless. I wanna tell my friends that I love and miss them, and I wish that I was with them. And I miss the past but this is the present, and the future's where I'm heading, in a ship that sails nowhere cause the captain's home with his family and I guess that I should be there, cause it's been a while and I bet they're worried. And the people just look like headlights and the pretty faces on billboards and I guess my head's not screwed to tight, please tell me what it's there for. Those that are close say that I think too much and I don't think that I think enough, rather that I think that I'm never thinking, but I think that I'm only thinking that I'm thinking.
from The Welcome Mat,
released July 17, 2016
Featuring Evan Bisbee on trumpet.