Into It. Over It. New North-side Air
I laid down last year, traded tobacco for new North-side air and filled up my lungs with our home.
Here I go again.
That's my problem with fear, always tossing and turning.
Hung up on aging but letting my age start to show.
I've let myself go again.
Here I go again.
Same by day, but at night I lie awake, left to imagine your evenings in more desirable states.
You'll be left to guess why the house is a mess while I wait, impatiently irate!
And asking: "Hi, hello, how are you?
Do I know your name?
Drained by day cause at night I lie awake with fate, because fate, fate's got the keys to this place.
I laid down my thoughts, traded my steps for a new North-side waltz and paced through the rooms of our home, here I go again.
Here I go again.
