Pardon me if I don’t gracefully bow out,
when ghosts come to steal my sleep
I already silenced voices in my head that were so loud
Now I deserve a turn to rest in peace.

Pardon me if I don’t gracefully bow out,
when ghosts come to steal my sleep
I already silenced voices in my head that were so loud
Now I deserve a turn to rest in peace.


I am just another antsy passenger, never asked for Babylon
I wanted nothing more than some floor to lay a mattress on
But simple things, never did come easy
I’ma keep seeking me, sleep little, continue breathing
Itchin’ for the road, I got five bucks for gas
A sail and a flag, I fly ‘em both at half mast
It’s a long lonely road, I'm not in a hurry
I’ma make it out the other side, tell Momma not to worry
The line between a sigh and a deep breath is patience
we'd all suffocate if we didn't get good at waitin'
But how easily relaxin' turns into procrastination
And you wake up years later, just wonderin’ where your days went
It’s a balancing act, so hold a toast
to my people with a past made of mostly ash and smoke
redefine the treaty, accept it or defeat it
and we might’a backed down, but we never once retreated, so


Pardon me if I don’t gracefully bow out,
when ghosts come to steal my sleep
I already silenced voices in my head that were so loud
Now I deserve a turn to rest in peace.

Pardon me if I don’t gracefully bow out,
when ghosts come to steal my sleep
I already silenced voices in my head that were so loud
Now I deserve a turn to rest in peace.


Faded riding shotgun, staring at the streetlights
flying by into a blur, lookin’ like a line of white
but I am workin’ on a dream
and those don’t get achieved unless you keep your nose clean
still, everybody only wanna win the lottery
can’t we all be grateful we woke up allowed to breathe
Why buy what they’re sellin’, we were born with it for free
I see ‘em lying through their teeth, ‘n’ I don’t like in the least
So, to each his own, to each a throne
a pocketful of peace, and a place to call home.
Ain’t that a taller mountain and a hell of a climb
but it’s hard to get a grip, when you’re tired of your mind
so we exercise forgetting, memory’s a bother
unfortunate nostalgia always seemed to work harder
we some sleep walkers harboring all of the things we see
demons disturb the peace, but no longer bothering me, so


Pardon me if I don’t gracefully bow out,
when ghosts come to steal my sleep
I already silenced voices in my head that were so loud
Now I deserve a turn to rest in peace.

Pardon me if I don’t gracefully bow out,
when ghosts come to steal my sleep
I already silenced voices in my head that were so loud
Now I deserve a turn to rest in peace.