Lyrics

This is a place of rain, a place of hurricanes
I’m taking the train again
Jamaica to Queens, ride the Q to Beverly
I’m back in the Bush again

I never had a win here, I traveled far to get here
Carrying my guitar and my songs
I got all dressed up and no one showed up
Singing alone in a room again

This is a place of pain, no applause no stage
I’m alone with my brain again
Maybe I didn’t try hard, maybe I wasn’t that smart
It’s a war in my heart again

I wanted to be someone
Wanted to feel something
Ended up nobody
The songs dried up, I stopped showing up
Singing alone in my room again

I wasted my breath trying to find the way
And the years rained over me
I got crushed by the waves, I came down, I stayed

Counting the days, not sure what remains
I’m alone with the page again
Nothing to do but start
Splash paint, weed the yard
Everything is art