Sifting Still mining the past Still running that track Still wearing the coat You almost didn’t give back Still sifting through all of that I forgot what your mom looks like Hey, remember when we almost died? Eighteen wheels on 95 There’s nothing like a dorm room high In and out of sleep Laughing at everything Kathryn always had to drive Still mining the past Still running that track Still wearing the coat You almost didn’t give back Still sifting through all of that Remember when we had to lie? I wonder when your dad will die Someday all our dads will die

That Same Kid Patrick there’s a warble to this world It’s becoming tangled up and gnarled We did all that talking of god What utterly bizarre ideas we had Underneath the arch in Washington Square Park I knew I hadn’t come that far Patrick I’ve been walking into walls Falling like a drunken Santa Claus Everything feels different than it was Patrick I lost my dearest love Watch me mining all these tragedies for song I still can’t believe you’re gone Remembering all of that stupid shit we did Somehow I feel like that same kid… that same kid Patrick we were both so misaligned Getting high and flipping birds at time at father time) All these years I held hope in my hands Like Lennie from the book Of Mice and Men Underneath the clock at Grand Central Station I cursed the path I’d taken Patrick it’s been 37 years Since that day you up and disappeared That last night talking in my room It almost seemed like you had known (Chorus) Sitting by the reservoir wondering where you are How the river imposes its will on the stones How a rock can hold steady but soften You should see us finger fuck our phones And the last couple years we stayed at home Looking out across the bay I felt small in a good way. I was once impossibly naive and now I’m ridiculously jaded. You said someday you’d like to be everything all at once. These last years have been year after year. They all just disappear.

Time Traveler A stripper in Tokyo, bet you didn’t know Wasted time in L.A. Didn’t see time passing me It never seemed right to stay A waitress in Boulder, a tray on my shoulder Moved myself up to Fargo No-one stopped me running away It was too far to go Chorus: Leave in the morning, without warning That’s where I’ve beRecorded in Sherrie and Rick’s kitchen using and iPhone with a mic plugged into it. en, where the hell are you? Ooooooooooooooo Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Me in Tennessee, in a barn owned by Bree Liked Boston, til it snowed Ran in the rain in Spokane Lusty and broke Bought a flask in Asheville, lost it in St. Paul That’s when he came around He said let me do my part in how to mend your heart So I went aground Chorus: