All the Pieces Are There

I’ve got a car in the driveway

I’ve got fresh food in the fridge

I’m out living my life my way

I get to play and sing

I’ve got a couple thousand friends

At least on the internet

I’ve got a Martin guitar

I’ve got a beautiful girlfriend

Yeah, I see it all make sense

So why do I still end up dreaming

About wide open space

And when I look in the mirror

Sometimes I want someone else’s face

And when it all fits together

That’s when I get scared

Because it gets easy to fall apart

When all the pieces are there

When all the pieces are there

And once I get started

I’m like a snowball on a hill

And I can only tell the incline

By the level of guilt

Because what does it say that I’m crying?

When I’ve got it so good

Why is it easy to see the negative space

Right when the painting is finished?

Yeah I see it all makes sense

So why do I still end up dreaming

About wide open space

And when I look in the mirror

Sometimes I want someone else’s face

And when it all fits together

That’s when I get scared

Because it gets easy to fall apart

When all the pieces are there

When all the pieces are there

As the Jenga blocks get taller I can really feel them sway

And I can see so far when I’m up there, every distant possibility

Calling my name

Pushing me away from the right place

I’ve got a car in the driveway

I’ve got fresh food in the fridge

I’m out living my life my way

I get to play and sing