Behind The Eight

BEHIND THE EIGHT

Hey Holden Caulfield where have you gone

I saw you standing all alone in that field at dawn

You always seemed to have the answers for the questions dancing in my head

I didn't know where I was but I couldn't be far

The wise men told me to follow that star

That was falling right over the Mississippi River bed

Lately my anxiety has been pushing these levels up into the red

And as I saw the sun coming over the rise

I thought I heard somebody say

It's just one more day behind the eight

It's just one more day behind the eight

On a cocktail napkin she was doing the math

She was adding it up and then she started to laugh

She circled the number at the bottom and said This ain't good.

I've completely given up at always falling apart

I need a new sense of purpose and a new place to start

It feels like most of my life I've been misunderstood

So tell Auntie Em I'm gone cuz I'm headed out to Hollywood.

You gotta hold on tight before it slips away

Remember it's alright if you're not ok

It's just one more day behind the eight

It's just one more day behind the eight

They say that wounds can turn to wisdom

Why do they call it Good Friday when a good man died

Nailed him to a tree and stuck a blade in his side

As they mocked him through town, they could of found a better name than thatright?

Passed down through the ages and the pages of time

Everybody's always been a little out of their minds

Holden said I'm pretty sure it ain't the straw that broke the camels' back

But you might wanna stick around, Cuz DiMaggio's coming to bat.

You gotta hold on tight before it slips away

Remember it's alright if you're not ok

It's just one more day behind the eight

We push and we pull, we kneel and pray

I think I read it in a Tennessee Williams play

It's just one more day behind the eight