Your Heart's A Tin Box

Walking through the airport with no money I can spend

I had two weeks to be at home, and now I'm out again

And your guarantees won't cover what you lost

It's just money, it's just time, it's what it costs

10,000 and still owing while my feet don't touch the floor

They said to get a second job, one that pays me more

Two months of selling out most of the shows

I'd sure like to see where all that money goes

Miscommunication

They want you to think

You think too much

You think too much

I moved down to New Orleans thinking love would reappear

But people tell you everything but what you wanna hear

You relied on fixated company

Now you're drowning in your ego's gluttony

So you trade those double white lines for moments you can fill

With new ideas and promises and pain you never feel

There's confusion in the comfort that it brings

Still, you're hoping they just like the way you sing

Disassociation

They want you to think

You think too much

You think too much

You think too much

So you try not to remember the way love would feel

When giving it to someone, it's part of you they steal

The way he moves, it unfolds me like a flower

In the music of the sunlight's final hour

May your heart become a tin box where your cigarettes are stored

You can hand them out to passerbys and greet them at your door

Like an angel with an eye for wounded souls

You collect their haunted faces for your home

Misassociation

Was all that they could say

You think too much

You think too much

You think too much