What do you do
What do you do with a canvas the size of the room
I'm a quick step manic in the body of a goof
Loud mouth lavel be gone too soon
What do you do
What do you do when my eyes catch the corner of the room
Started thinking of a Noah and the whale tune
Crooked walls and the great sand dunes
Well some days I'm shy
Life on trust in god
I mix land with sky
I've lost friends to lies
None of this two faced matter of fact belief
In a god that gets kicks from your grief
The millions of miles spent sipping on a dream
Of a kid with a brother friend in a big city
Took a minute to die to that
Now it's gone
It's always this two faces plans for the evening
Never the revealing of his past
He spun in circles til he ran out of gas
And I watched from the car the he crashed
Well some days I'm shy
Life on trust in night
I mix land with sky
I've let numb inside
What day is it today?
Did that happen in reality?
What should I say?
To show that I was listening?
My eyes are a dead battery signal
Looks on me like a funeral
Like the conversation died in me
And we'll never get the receipt
For the hours spent
The money lent
To the quick step manic on the fence
He wanders and the pacings relentless
He manages to fumble through a sentence
Well some days I'm shy
I've got reasons why
I feel false inside
There's no place to hide
If I show my face
To our give and take
Will you only take
Will you only take