Sip

drive these familiar roads,

and I'm tuning in,

seems that the radio,

knows where I've been

I never address this feeling,

I just put it all away,

and cling to my false hope,

that it'll be the same again someday

cause this well has run dry,

pulling up empty pales of promise,

swimming in a desert of cement,

and all I need is a sip

my father's body's aching,

mothers hope is shaking,

I seem to be running,
from everything I once believed

in this place of love,

I manage to feel alone,

this is the place where I grew up,

but it's not longer home

my lips are cracked and dry,

they thirst for so much more,

I need a place where I,

can drink and thirst no more