Strange Currencies: A Podcast For Songwriters

You say Your heart wants things But its really your brain And you say This lyric don’t mean nothing It only rhymes with rain And I long For this song to heal To be a beacon upon Your sea of distress Its too late for the truth to be beautiful In a story about neglect Chorus: If you feel homesick Even when you’re home That means in a crowded room You are totally alone Can you find a way out of your head? Will you ever finish your manifesto in red? You say Down in Queens Parking lots are united nations And you say Policemen blow stop signs As an expression of a collective frustration But you’re wrong To accept such a crooked deal Even though you’re too proud To confess If you allow yourself to quit Will the silence somehow hurt less?