The Uttica Stare

Stuck running circles convinced I was changing lanes

Thought time was my companion then found out it held the reigns

With every year that passes by I stand up and proclaim

That this is all I'm becoming here's one more of the same

A life anticipating what will and won't come next

I forgot where I stood and placed my hands

Into pockets deepening of memory's regrets

And all those things I'd never understand

So I sing…Whoa

There's a bar on the corner a stool where I sit

And drink the cheapest beer and talk with my friends

Till our eyes get hazy smoke from cigarettes

Fills rooms with the finest deceit

There's a pan on the burner that we're swimming in

The water is warming but we won't admit

That pretty soon things might just get serious

There'll be time later for our retreat

We all know that it's not 212 'till we are 30

That's when we must fold all our maps

And abandon those expectations and dreams fleeting

But right now please raise up your glass

And we sing…Whoa

I must have missed the day when future turned present then past

I thought I could drive down the road without moving my place on the map

I'm still getting used to this distance I've traveled

How long this timeline's tail has grown

Each morning brings youth a little more unraveled

But doesn't replace with adult

Whoa

We'll find a way

Yeah, we'll be ok

No it's not too late

We'll sing these songs from our hearts and not let fear determine out fate