Don't take my patience. My reserves are exhausted
Don't take my patience for granted

From the vacant lot to the corner office
Spreading lies. Spreading disease
Don't blame the fleas

Yeah, I'll pick a side. Sure it's your side
But that doesn't mean I want to burn this city down

They burrow deep
They sleep in shifts
Play the cards close to their chests
Scurry to their nests

From the high dive to the gutter grate
Spreading fear. Spreading disease
Don't blame the fleas

Don't take my patience. My reserves are exhausted
Don't take my patience. Don't take my patience
Don't take my patience. My reserves are exhausted
My reserves are exhausted. Don't take my patience

Everything that I write down
I do so it'll stick around
Everything that I write down is on paper

The smell of wet November soil
The point at which the water boils
The ladder of our arrogance
And comfort in our documents

Charts and graphs and unknown facts
Lessons of our ancient past
Get it down get it down
Everything that I put down is on paper

It'll burn. It'll burn

Everything that I write down
I do so it'll stick around
Everything that I write down is on paper

A flicker from a boat at sea
The butterflies, the mysteries
Bottle it up. Tie it down
Libraries in every town

It'll burn. It'll burn
Everything that I write down
Yes, it'll gloriously burn

A short burst and we float up towards the sun
Yes, it'll gloriously burn

A gulf coast tavern haze
Thought I'd drive all night to New Orleans
I couldn't get out of Texas
Swerving tracker trailer

Laid out on the shoulder
The bright lights and the voices
I couldn't get out of Texas

In my head there's singing
A choir of doctor voices
And in my legs there's stinging
I'm not sure what my choice is

I wonder what was my hurry
Why was I so certain?
I had to get out of Texas

I was born in Illinois
I'm not allergic to penicillin
My middle name is Christian
I never knew my sibling

What's with all these questions?
Stop with all these questions
My memories stop in Texas

I'm worried that I hurt someone
Or did somebody hurt me?
They asked about a girlfriend
I'm scared of remembering

When will they put me under?
Am I already under?
My memories stop in Texas
When will they put me under?

Everyone has a Texas Song

There are civilizations buried in this sand
There are civilizations buried in the sand
Don't talk about time
Polished bone and ancient caravans

There are layers underneath me
There are layers underneath you
Don't talk about time
Forget the past and the future for tonight

We erode. We erode. We erode to our core

The earth is worn down by the riverbed
The earth is worn down by the riverbed
Don't talk about time
Watering holes, to trails, to roads

But tonight it's just a long reflection
A long reflection, for tonight

Don't talk about time

We erode. We erode. We erode to our core

But tonight it's just a long reflection
A long reflection, for tonight

Don't talk about time

All lined up in the dirt
All our hands in the dirt
Away

All our senses intact
All our electrons shooting
Around and around

We had a notion
There was life underground

All our fingers scratching
All our eyes out for movement
Below

All in rhyme and unison
All our time began ticking
Away

We had a notion
There was life underground

It's hard to tell, but I promise
this ground was all underwater once
Now the water's all underground
Where do the roads lead in this town

It's hard to tell, but I promise
this ground was all underwater once
Now the water's all underground
Where do the roads lead in this town
You'd think all the scorpions would have drowned

We'll start in a shared yellow taxi cab
As simple as the love of a child
It came like a second wind
Into my New York Marathon

We'll start with a shared yellow taxi cab
We'll start from here
It came like a second wind
Like a childhood friend

And I don't believe in believing in luck
We start from here

We drove through the eroding city streets
This town is falling into itself
I brushed my hand against your scarf
And heard the whistle in the window

And from the 59th Street Bridge
You can see your reflection's reflection
This is better than luck
Better than luck

And I don't believe in believing in luck
We start from here

Falling into itself
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling into itself

Duct tape won't do it this time
No matter how you cut it
Is your mother taking it hard?
Is your mother taking it bad?

Like rubbing two sticks together
or genetic modification
It's trouble in the wrong hands
Trouble in the wrong hands

Just believing's not gonna do it this time

I wonder why we fill our time
with checkered flags and finish lines
Your words not mine

What do you mean by what you believe
I can't wade through it
Absolutes are land mines
Trouble in wrong hands

Just believing's not gonna do it this time

I'll take gravity
I'll take gravity
And the dominos will fall

Just believing's not gonna do it this time

Your slice of power
means nothing to the ocean
Just another piece of driftwood
on the shore
Light it on fire

Your place in history
is not a mystery
Just a moldy shower curtain
on the floor
Light it on fire

The sound of water boiling
The sound of water boiling
The sound of water boiling over

Rubber gloves and cotton balls
Dusting for prints in the dormitory halls
My father wore a badge and his wore one too
But they never had 30 kids to sort through
Tiny moving parts

Maybe it's my age and maybe it ain't
But lately when I walk the ground seems to shake
And when the cracks in the ground are bigger than my thumb
I know that's when my enemies'll come
Tiny moving parts

Outside the window the media howls
But here camera click and footstep the only sound
I've seen bad people and I've even been to war
But after each step down it seems there's always one more

And she used to sing
Truth like cream, finds its way
To the top of things. To the top of things

I don't know but maybe it's true
That everything you need is in front of you
There can't always be an answer
There can't always be a plan
I'm sure I prayed more as a younger man
Tiny moving parts

A nation is made of tiny moving parts
And if too many break you won't get far
My father wore a badge and his wore one too
But they never had 33 kids to sort through

Truth like cream

Moon half lit
Alarm clock tick
Gotta get to work early
Gotta worry
Gotta worry
Have to worry

But with the moon half lit
I think I fit
In the crack between the days
When you can dream
When you can dream again
And it doesn't seem
So crazy