(capo 7)
Began July 25, 2004 on a piece of scrap paper. I finished it in the midst of recording it for this album – probably sometime in December 2005. As much as this song was a thorn in my side, it is perhaps the closest to my heart for the very same reason: it was a splinter that had to be extracted. I kept pecking away at it, even across Kansas a second time (see earlier note to “Kansasâ€?), hoping that one day the muse would reward me, its lowly but willing participant. In glancing over the page on which this was written, I notice many lyrics, most of which were scratched out and never used, proving that inspiration rarely strikes, it winks.

there’s a feeling that I get you’re not done with me yet
I go to bed at night feeling lost
it’s dangerous, I know, I could go out on my own
run away and never come back

faith feels more like murder
these little deaths keep hurting

it’s a long road to nowhere
there’s a good chance I’ll get there
but as long as you’re beside me
home is where I’ll be

there’s a place inside of me where I’ve never quite believed
that change was something good and always welcome
here it is I’m torn, I’m an ancient being born
and a hole inside my heart that’s always bare

faith feels just like murder
these little deaths keep hurting

it’s a long road to nowhere
there’s a good chance I’ll get there
but as long as you’re beside me
home is where I’ll be

what about tomorrow?
here and gone like yesterday
I am no one real to fake it
in daily dying, I am scarce and afraid