Old Homes

sometimes you have to follow
where the caffeine takes you
we all know what its for
you're not fooling anyone
anymore

its a ruse, its a bruise
on an ego that's already fairly worn

Just sign the goddamn lease
and worry about next year, next year

the only thing, that I know for certain
is I don't want to keep laying me head here

I'm in one of the last places that I call home
even though since my dog died it feels so much less so
Its not just a place where I rest my head
when I die its here I want my ashes spread

Celebrate the places
that keep you in your shoes
after all the miles
kicking clouds up of dirt all the while

full of holes, when you're home
and I see those dusty kicks I start to smile

just leave the gravel stuck in my sole (soul)
and take part of home to part of a home
keep a notebook full of
streets I lived on
and keys that open locks
that aren't in any doors
anymore

whether it be, waves or farmland
took it all, for granted man

whether it is, farmland or waves
I like to think I learned myself a sense of place

I'm in one of the last places that I call home
even though since my dog died it feels so much less so
Its not just a place where I rest my head
when I die its here I want my ashes spread