pickin up tips from rainy day woman steppin in time to the angst in my mind makes it hard to hear my voice in the noise takin trips to the grocery store standin in line forevermore someone light the fuse so it will all blow up spittin up sand in my left hand souvenir s from the bitter badlands the ones we all roam in our search for true love memories come like a boomerang that wants to sink its solemn fangs in all our past mistakes come rumbling like a herd every time we feel this way like nothing can go right the fortitude we had eludes us spinning out of sight we know tomorrow comes with all the grace of a hot knife but it s up to us to tie our shoes and put on a smile