Laying down, working clothes
Thinking about how little I know
Fingertips sore and torn
Don’t know if I’ll use them anymore

Smiling anxious terror
Barely nervous laughter
For my age I’m coming out to play

Not the last time I’ll hear them sing and laugh
Not all of my bridges burned
Always knew I’d be okay
Wonder if three or five or ten years down
They’ll still sing “Irene Goodnight”
Or “Ghost Chickens In The Sky”

Resume, interviews
Writing songs and singing to myself
Never knew solitude
Loneliness- it beckons when you miss them most

Smiling anxious terror
Barely nervous laughter
For my age I’m coming out to play

Not the last time I’ll hear them sing and laugh
Not all of my bridges burned
Always knew I’d be okay
Wonder if three or five or ten years down
They’ll still sing “Part of Your World”
Or “Ghost Chickens In The Sky”

Leaving comfort, knowing less than nothing about home
Unaware and unpredictable before the storm

And it burns me inside, and it rips me apart
It excites me alone; tears the strings of my heart
Plucking dissonant chords in unusual tones
Wouldn’t live without fear, it reduces me to

Smiling anxious terror
Barely nervous laughter
For my age I’m coming out to play

Not the last time I’ll hear them sing and laugh
Not all of my bridges burned
Always knew I’d be okay
Wonder if three or five or ten years down
They’ll still sing “The Circle Game”
Or “Ghost Chickens In The Sky”