I wouldn’t even call this hard work,
yeah I’ve done some bleeding,
but there’s always a warmth, for what it’s worth.
Spent most of Florida hanging around,
drowning in old friends and beautiful sounds, singing.

Just like the trees
friendships will bloom,
I might be leaving now
but I’ll be back soon.

My home has wheels,
at least that’s how it feels.

Just like the trees
friendships will bloom,
I might be leaving now
but I’ll be back soon.
Light trails on your face
is how I’ll remember your smiles,
as night takes its place
we’ve still got so many miles.

It turns out you’re right
(and I’m not sorry)
It turns out you’re right

Blood, sweat, and tears;
that’s what’s keeping me here.