Richard Buckner Before Lyrics

Man, I was high, stepping out on goodbyes unspoken, And,
once in a while, I'd stumble out into the open. True, I
wasn't all I thought I'd be given
some of the timing and none of it showing, torn from the
blinds, All I thought, was 'How can I find it?'. Small stops and fills have led to such a take-down and (mention
close enough to shine) far and few were
burned at the pouring, but, just can't forget it back
where it's cone from. and never intended, a meadow rise
to spend all of your time with.