Excuses/Opinions

I cannot explain myself
To my demons no, no more
Excuses they keep spilling out
Out of my face down to the floor
And the old train tracks will soon be below the bay
That old shell beach will soon be below the bay
A month is a minute and a year is another day
And the old train tracks will soon be below or so they say
And the old train tracks will soon be below the bay
That old shell beach will soon be below the bay
A month is a minute and a year is another day
And the old train tracks will soon be below or so they say
I cannot restrain myself from my devils no, no more
Opinions they keep stumbling out
Out of my face on out the door
But you remind me of somebody I’ve met before