I can't stay out of record stores.
I don't like turning off my stereo at night and going to bed.
I scribble lyrics whenever and just call them poems.
Since I wiped clean my concepts of the future
I’ve remained blissfully music biz adjacent,
and now I get to mix it up with rockers in NYC
before jettisoning myself to Music City
to let go and host a live show.
Who would've thunk it?
I would've never known.
I don't even have a place to stay in Nashville,
but I will figure it out.
Who would've thunk it?
I would've never known.
I don't even have a place to stay in Nashville,
but I will figure it out.
Positive pine-needles will see me through,
and just as I pen this poem,
Jake from the band Illiterate Light hits me back
and says I can crash at his pad
while he and Jeff are on tour.
Looks like its 63ยบ tonight in Nashville,
so the weather is nice,
and sometimes you answer your own question
before life has a chance.