So mystifying
When you’re back from wandering
And finding once again
That you’re hanging on for dear life
The family tendency
Of bruising easily
We all make vows to ourselves
Not to keep these things so close to our chests
But it’s so hard to promise ourselves
That we won’t lie to ourselves
That we won’t lie to ourselves
Today a little further from the shore
And maybe tomorrow
Into the volcano you go
It’s hard to say, but all you know
Is that you got no kids to take
Your ashes to the lake
There are all kinds of stories we tell
Starry-eyed in stereo
And the only thing that we miss
Is remembering what to forget
Remembering what to forget