She broke my heart in the city, standing in the pouring rain
I come back home to find myself alone
I look around and I all have is records in a shoebox
Without you I have nothing at all.
The first day was the worst, I cooked some breakfast then I puked it up
I found no pleasure, found no burst, at the bottom of my coffee cup
I always was the lazy one, the sleep in & hungover one
My time with you, I let it slip, but time’s not up
So I take a step outside, and I start to run, I ran until I could no more
My legs never felt so alive, each step was a spark igniting my
Lungs, open wide again, breathing for the first time, thinking
All this time that I’ve spent broken, I’ve been missing out on life
If I keep running, the time we shared won’t be for nothing
If I keep living, my own two feet might stand for something
No amount of music’s gonna heal my soul (ironically)
What I want isn’t helping me, retail therapy, you’re not a friend to me, no.
I’ll work my ass off day by day, save a house for my family
My wife & kids will love me more than my gourmet homemade stir fry
I’m Jack’s cold sweat on Paper Street, apartment’s blown to smithereens
But I’m not split, I’m chasing down a living dream
You’ve woken up what makes me tick, what makes me stir in my grave
And I’m not done, I’m not finished, I’m not hiding in my cave
If I keep running, the time we shared won’t be for nothing
If I keep living, my own two shoes might stand for something
II: TUMBLEWEED
Seems like nothing phases me anymore
Feels like nothing new is at my door
I’ve been driving around to spark some life out of me
Nothing is free and freedom is a bore
I’ve been flipping the channels but nothing’s sounding real
There’s actors not people, there’s rhythm but there is no feel
The fast food tastes like wet concrete
It’s lost its heat, and it’s full of maggot appeal
Face it – she’ rather be alone than with me
She’d rather live her life without me
I feel like tumbleweed
But I guess all is fair in love & baseball
III: ESCAPE
I could drown myself in alcohol until I can’t remember my name
But I’d be kidding myself if I ever thought I could forget the pain
There’s a fire in my hair, guess it’s literally burnt
That I will be happier when all the world is turnt
On their medicine and plasma screens, and soap opera daydreams
I’m looking for, I’m looking for an escape
But no matter how hard I try, can’t sterilise myself
Over oceans I’ll escape, can’t keep you on the shelf
A teenage four-digit tissue bill, there’s nothing new today
But if there’s one thing that I have learnt, you can’t lock your grief away
If I keep running, the time we shared won’t be for nothing
If I keep running… if I keep running…
credits
from Namby EP,
released September 21, 2016
Vocals in first section chorus by Andrew Douw.
