The more you're in a place
The more you wear it down
Your couch, your clothes, the interstate
Eventually give out
But will you remember
The words I whispered
And the towns I drove by?
You can learn a new language
If you try
Or learn to play piano
But people don't have pianos anymore
So write a story
Or a song
But you don't have to
The ridges in the mountains
Are there because it rains
And the quaking of the aspen
Is why the water came
When you are standing
Perfectly still
You'll hear all the reasons
If you're good at what you do
Then you're probably bad at what you don't do
But if you're good at what you do
Then give away money 'cause you're supposed to
And the world is coming to an end
Pretend you care, pretend you're not sad
Every morning make your bed
Make a decision, make a friend