Conestoga Wagon

They call a lot, and I must sound like a broken record

'Cause this is not what I imagined twenty-three would

Be like for me, all heaviness behind the eyelids

Asleep at 8, just waiting for the time to pick me up

Oh, oh

I want good news so desperately I'd lose a finger

But I can't lose, so everything will have to linger

And life is near, but it stretches far in both directions

And I'm still here, oh, I have to remember

I'm still herе, I'm still around

I tried to live, but living's loud

I wake up tall, and I fall short

But I'm still hеre, and there's still more

I think of you and I think of things I forgot happened

A field trip to an old blue conestoga wagon

Feels like today, like I just learned how to stay quiet

What can I say to change the way our history's lining up?

Oh, oh

'Cause I'm still here, I'm still around

I tried to live, but living's loud

I wake up tall, and I fall short

But I'm still here, and there's still more

Oh, oh, oh