Linden Ave

Things split, guts twist.
You can’t omit these parts from your life.
But you try with knife, cut quick, think twice.
Now you’re loose, losing blood, yeah I know.
Don’t you know how it works?
We grow from the worst.
You’re sad with no sun.
Feel better come spring.
You change with the turn of the leaves.
No wonder you want to go home all the time.
A safe place from anything new.
Don’t you know how it works?
We grow from the worst.
Forget it, just get me to the beach.
Is it the water that draws you home?
Or the rhythm of swaying palms?
Is it the stretch of Linden Ave?
That street looks so good this time of year.
That street looks so good any time of year.