Sewing the Same Seam

Remember you told me that everything was gonna be alright?
Well we all get things wrong sometimes
I’m sewing the same seam on the same flannel
Hope I don’t outlive my favorite animals, including you
And if I do, I’ll be strung out in my room where I can tell the truth

In 30 years, when we notice that ocean is just a highway for a ship
In 30 years, everything I write with hope, oh it will or won’t exist

December no one was with me,
each moment like the middle of the night
Wondering, but never knowing why
I’m doing the same things I swore I’d quit
Hope I don’t outlive every relationship
But if that proves too hard to do, hope my last is you

For 30 years, I spent all my time searching for something I’d already found
For 30 years, I’ve been staring at my feet hoping they might leave the ground