For some reason, this one came out much more “folky” sounding than usual.  It’s about how I always want something that’s not quite here in front of me.  Not like it’s bad to want something, but it gets exhausting when I’m always reaching and never happy where I am.  “Once I sell my house, I’ll be happy.”  “Once I make an album, I’ll be happy.”  And in the meantime, I’m unhappy (although trying to distract myself).

At least, that’s what I think it’s about.  What do you think?

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Sometimes I want to leave it all
And drive out to the countryside somewhere
And breathe the air
But I tend to lose track of things
I hardly have a minute left
That I can spare
I’m looking out for something here
Something I can do or say
To try to change
I spend my life looking hard
For something that’s just out of range

Alone, I don’t think I’m alright
I toss and turn and roll around all night
It’s quite a sight
Sometimes cars pass by outside
I can tell which they’re going from the headlights
The lights, they go the other way
As the car is trying to go
I know that it seems strange
I spend my life looking hard
For something that’s just out of range

I come back here to where you are
Looking up at all the stars
A thousand points of light and then some more
It never is enough, I know
That’s why it seems I always want to go
Right out the door

I’ll drive till I run out of gas
And leave the car out here beside the road
The traffic’s slowed
And maybe I’ll sit still a while
I’ll take my piece of pie
And eat it a la mode
‘Cause there’s too many little things
That I just can’t let be
I have to rearrange
I spend my life looking hard
For something that’s just out of range
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