Tuxedo blue On the road to San Berdoo An awkward conversation with a gas station Part time cleaning crew I said I owed you a love song For the shit I put you through If small talk has no meaning A promise can't be true I'm working on it Late at night the world stops screaming And screens return to black When distance returns to its meaning We all return back To Sarajevo roses Painted pictures on a bad scene One-thousand years from now We won't mean anything A hospital room Wall paper super bloom Staring at my father Getting whiter by the hour No questions No review I never tell you I love you Half as much as I mean too I'm late for resurrection Too proud to see it through I'm working on it Late at night the world stops screaming And screens return to black When distance returns to its meaning We all return back To Sarajevo roses Painted pictures on a bad scene One-thousand years from now We won't mean anything The bus I took, took 15 minutes After I said I'd be 15 late The Southwest 9:15 to Oakland Took off just as I had reached my gate No more sad songs No more drinking in my mother's garage alone No more salty margaritas in Los Angeles I'm coming home