Burying Confessions
It s been a long, long winter.
Seems like months I ve been on the road.
Interstate inspiration, dashboard s so cold.
My thoughts overcome me
They escape this cheap motel ball point pen
I guess there s too much - to be said - not written
Not a day goes by
where I don t think I ll miss her very much
And not an hour passes
where I don t curse her name
Now she s in Montana
spending time with her friends
And I m in midtown subway station
Praying for the F train.
I ve seen a million faces
Sold a few souls
Broke a few hearts - so I ve been told.
Sometimes I get the feeling
I need to right all my wrongs
Instead of burying my confessions in these songs
(SAME CHORDS AS EARLIER)
But I can t help but wonder
When it s all said and done
Will I be begging St. Peter
To overlook all my wrongs.
I tried to leave the world
Better than when it found me.
And so I m longing for home
And the love of my family.
CHORUS
