Wilder Maker A Professional (feat. Felicia Douglass)
Text after text I wait for a hit
Sunlight, pop music, unshackled like a tourist
Dreamed some apocalypse spared me
Forget it all a puff of smoke the minute that I feel that jolt
Of someone who remembered i was waiting here
When you're not around I don't know
Typing until the sun goes
Just to sweep the hours along
Like a pro professional
If you shuffled my days on earth
Nothing would change at all I'm sure
All the ordinary secrets
Like a pro professional
Rock and roll betrayed us
I carry a cold glass and a warm hand outside
But everyone's at work in their hearts
Frowning over secret grudges and unmet desires
Invisible lines snaking everywhere like tripwires
When you're not around I don't know
Typing until the sun goes
Just to sweep the hours along
Like a pro professional
If you shuffled my days on earth
Nothing would change at all I'm sure
The soft arms of time hold me down
Like a pro professional
It's an awful crush in my mind
But none of it shows up in the lines
Of the photo of me raising the glass
Like a pro professional
When you're not around I don't know
Typing until the sun goes
Just to sweep the hours along
Like a pro professional
If you shuffled my days on earth
Nothing would change at all I'm sure
I need you here so I have somewhere
To look that looks back at me