We get along,
just like we did while I was gone.
If you could only tell, and let me help, I’d die admired.
For all the pain, she's got her poise—
and oh through all the doors that I was sent, I live alone,
just like I did when I was young.
I sing a bitch's song as if I'm lost.
We crawl along; I take off my ruse for you at home.
No one should know the hell we live my dear.
Tell everyone, tell everyone that I was good
I tell you once, then twice, oh Lord be kind!
I live alone—just like I did when I was young.
I keep your photograph, please come back.
Please, come back.
from Emerald City Blues,
released July 27, 2012
Patrick Burke, Andrew Kuhar, Nicholas Kuhar