Holiday

My Friend Detroit can't seem to keep up

Tell me about it man, neither can I

But I still avoid sleeping in the summertime

While you cut ties longer than I-75

In this basement, A steady climate

You're the variable

The wind isn't bringing anything in

That isn't sun behind that shade

Only rain on your own parade

I'd bring over aspiring clergy

If I was allowed in your home

So you could explain what it's like

To spend the rest of your life alone

The big difference between you and me

Is understanding the word "alive"

It's more than deep breaths and blinking eyes

We may struggle...but at least we try

The wind isn't bringing anything in