Concentrate

CONCENTRATE
I have to hold on keep my eyes open
Don’t want to fall in the river
We ride barges south to the sea
No other way outta here

Chorus:
I am on a couch floating down the Mississippi
Or asleep in a backseat stuck on the bottom waiting to be found
The barges drift south but they come back again
What can I leave as breadcrumbs older and wiser than me

The men who built this town are all dead
The shells of Tiffany stained glass towers
And the blank stares from old bar photos
Get weathered and stop breathing
Dusty old wires with no one to clean them
Waiting to catch fire in winter

Warehouse floors smell of heating oil
Arched ceiling tribute to no one
We ride barges south to the sea
Don’t wanna fall in the river
No other way outta here