There's More To Life Intro

I don't think it's possible to write a memoir at twenty two

If it was, this would be mine

When I woke up this morning

Everything kinda felt like it was falling apart

It wasn't just me

It was the kids I grew up with, the wood boards

That built our houses

The bedroom towns where we never fell asleep at night

The framework to the window

Where I used to sit and watch the flickers of childhood

Just kinda pass by

The last couple years a lot of thing have passed me by

Friends I loved who passed away

People I love who are passing away now

The streets of New York City that I took for granted

When me and Alaska sat awake on the roof of the sugar diner

Above an intersection that never stopped moving

There on the edge of life and my future and myself

I was tired of everything

More tired than I've honestly ever felt before

And I wanted to stay frozen like that

Forever

But here we are

And I don't think it's possible

To write a memoir at twenty two

And I hope I'm still not able to

At thirty three or forty four or any age

But what if I could write a passage for every rite of passage

In this long, long airstrip of life left ahead of me?

When we'll patch scars, laugh and crash cars

When you stab me in the back in the back of the backyard

Down the 2 am infinite spiritual turnpike drive

To the road with all the worst hills

And if you hit em at the right speed you get air for just a second

That's long enough for your stomach to drop or for you to reach up

Through your Honda civic sunroof

And touch the lowest part of heaven

That was something we believed in and fought for

And we were stupid enough to keep searching

Until it felt like there was nothing more

But there is more to life than this

And these are the best damn lives we were ever gonna get

With our music, our blood, our bones, our sad stories

It was good things

It was bad things

It was warm backs

It was folktale lands and lottery tickets

It was therapists who pissed us off

And shrinks who made us feel smaller

It was all kinds of love and loss and industry

And there's more to life than the tints of our bruises

And there's more to see than the paths that we chose

I'm a winner and this is my victory speech

And my finger is up and I'm hitchhiking home

Past the shacks where they sell love in the flower shops

And then wonder

Where have all the flowers gone?

Past the east village harmonica prophets who paint their losses

And the New York State legend gods

And the train lecture concerts

Down the suicide paths that faith led us on

The fake leather thoughts or the fervent chain smokers

Outside of the chain restaurants

Damn homie

At drive throughs you were the man homie

What the fuck happened to youth?

Sitting on cushions watching the roads spin backwards

From your trunk window

As we drove away

I used to wear a jean jacket that had eagles on it

It helped me feel like I could fly on the days I needed launching

I know by now we've all had better days with our feet regardless

When we could fall in love for real

Now it's just part of my healing process

What if my whole life up until now

Was just part of my healing process?

What if my whole life was only meant for me to write this song and so

Twenty two years of this shit, man that's a long intro

Man, that's a long intro

I know you don't believe me right now

But I'm gonna keep on reminding myself

There's more to life than I've found

There's more to life than I've found

There's more to life

There's more to life

There's more to life

There's more to life

Yeah

There's more to life

There's more to life