A vacant look on stranger’s faces
Unfamiliar streets and lonely places
I feel like I’m a few steps behind
Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here?
Empty bars, drunk declarations
I ask myself, what am I doing here?
Empty bars, drunk declarations
Bad neighborhoods, fucked up situations
I feel like I’m a few steps behind
Everything seemed a whole lot easier
Where everything moved slower
In the place that I knew better
Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here?
| 1 | On Excuses |
| 2 | Realize |
| 3 | Ridgewood, Son. |
| 4 | Things Not Done Changed |
| 5 | To a Buddy at War |
| 6 | Face Mush |
| 7 | Sleeping Bag |
| 8 | City |
| 9 | Stacked and Shifted |