Stories In My Pocket

Monday's got us running to our knees again

It seems we're always waiting on the floor

Our destination Sunday is full of the unknown

But we're building our own bridges to the shore

In hopes for so much more

Silent eyes are watching we're beginning to explore

But the lights are growing dim because we are poor

Isn't this the place we're practicing belief

Seems we're always looking at the door In hopes for so much more And the

stories in my pockets are the best I've ever lived

So what if they don't sell sell sell

I'll take you out for coffee and we'll talk about D.C.

And Philly underneath October moons

Fall is walking us into a cold December wind

And maybe we won't last too long

But maybe we will make it to play a brave new song

Mixing up the failure with the new

In hopes for something true

And the paintings on the walls here are the best we've ever done An experiment

in abstract dreams

And the colors are colliding in strange redemptive hues

What we got here is a good slow burn

What we got here is a good true thing

A good true thing, a good true thing

Stories in my pockets are the best I've ever lived

And so what if they don't sell sell sell

I'll take you out for coffee and we'll talk about D.C.

And Philly underneath October moons

And Colorado's sweeping news

And L.A. keeping four in time

You're always setting dreams on fire

Always setting dreams on fire