You don't need my blood to be my family
But there are fine lines between friends and strangers and people you'll never meet
And you know that it all seems written out in time
Coincidences take comfort in the sheep's clothing of a sign
And in the face of the skeptics we spit and ask the question “why?”
Why do we do what we can to keep our names alive?
Well pour me another one, but this time not so much
It wouldn't take a crooked line to tell me I've had enough
And it wasn't all that long ago that I held it to the light
And saw through the surface at the watermark inside
And I need to get somewhere
I need to tell her she was right
My eyes and ears are failing me and I'm too drunk to drive
Well, lately I've entertained the idea of a god
But I've just got bigger things to worry about than something I never saw
And you've got to admit that it doesn't do any good
To look past your senses at words misunderstood
And I've seen the damage done in a view from above
We're holding everyone else back with our backwards views of love
Well my grandfather asked me once
“Would you serenade me a tune?”
And I stared deep into his blind eyes
And said, “I'm not ready to”
And that's the last time I ever saw him, in spring of 2005
But I've been singing ever since and that's how he stays alive