Mar 29, 2006 16:43
Back from japan.
I should be able to say how happy I am.
But really, I'm not.
I miss it alot.
From the lack of urban rot,
To all of the weird looks I got,
Even though I know they were not,
trying to be impolite.
The Road is great,
You could call it a friend,
A hot friend you cant wait to get on again,
There was something right,
About playing a show every night,
To people who were there just to hear us play,
Some had driven from 500K,
Which is a damn long way,
I must say.
Some shows there were great,
others just good,
But I'll never forget,
Don't think anyone could,
But I wonder aloud,
Now that I'm home,
If it's time to quit,
And go it alone,
Because I want to take it higher,
But some of us can't,
because houses need paying for,
and cash isn't what we're playing for,
and I find myself longing for,
Holding my breath,
I wouldn't mind singing,
Something with Depth.