Like sand caught in my bedsheets it is rubbing raw my chest
Makes me pace in all these circles, wakes me nightly in a sweat
These darker hours before the dawn are where I keep my regrets
My mind says everything is fine but my heart chomps at the bit
Is it wrong to want what I want?
To find what's right gotta gut it to the studs
Well something here is not quite right yeah something's all messed up
I am knocking down the walls tonight gotta gut it to the studs
I know that I must sacrifice all the sentimental stuff
Gotta get the wires a-running right 'fore the dry wall goes back up
There are people risking all they have in fragile little boats
But me I lay here in my bed reading Wendell Berry quotes
Well he has something figured out, yes he knows how to hope
And that's a skill that I might need in a fragile little boat
Have we got the gumption to believe that we could start anew
It could be called naeivety or the foolishness of youth
But only fools can sleep in homes with the cracks a-running through
Yes we must build from the very studs something level something true
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