I will send you tomorrows
Maybe if not for today
All of these crazy voices in our head
What keeps us carried to this weight
And it’s the age old questions, what can you afford
But man, it’s rated way overboard
And we all wanted to be friends in trust of Kerouac
But Wolfman Jack, he ain’t ever coming back
And it’s not me
I can’t help it, if I’m not the one you wanted to be
Love you so much
And I can’t feel my grip to touch
Love you so much
And yet too numb
I will send you tomorrows
If not for today
And I will rinse in your sorrows
Let it lift me away
Let it lift me away
Let it lift me away
Let it lift you away
White Man's Basketball 2011