How does anybody get out of bed before 11?
Have I lost my way again?
Have I lost it?
Or maybe I'm just built to drive and drive and drive to a new city every day
And sleep in someone's guest bed every night
People are so generous, it's true, people are kind
And I can count on change - its constancy, its malleable dependency,
And I will go to therapy again this Monday evening,
Talk about how hard it is to strike some balance in this life
And I will leave feeling the same way I felt walking in
Or maybe with some burden lifted, maybe with some burden bare
And I will do the dishes that I meant to do this morning
And I'll brush my teeth
And go to bed
And try again
And try again
And try again
And try again
And try again
And try again
And try again
And try again
And try again
And try