AT THE END OF THE DAY

Love and life and loss cling to us

While we chase our demons down

Passengers and backseat drivers

Pay with time to gain some ground

Thought I heard something like, “I’m sorry”

Didn’t know I could make that sound

But after all, what can I say?

It’s you I need at the end of the day

Love and life and loss cling to us

Shadowing our shape throwing

Paper tigers pointing questions

Without asking anything

Thought I heard something like, “I’m sorry”

Didn’t know you’d been listening

But would it matter anyway?

It’s you I need at the end of the day

WORST THINGS FIRST, RESOLVE IN REVERSE

COUNTERFLOW – IT’S TOUGH TO TAKE

IT’S TOUGH TO LET IT GO

And as we’re running in these circles

We recognize our own footprints

Thought I heard something like, “I’m sorry”

Never could speak coincidence

But through the din and disarray

It’s you I need at the end of the day