There's Money in the Walls

It's been 30 days, maybe 34
 Since I left my house, tossed and grown out
 The fires burn below
 Pistons creak and groan
 Under my feet the tension grows
 Built up like the leaves around my door
 They can say it better than I can
 After months of neglect
 I can start over again if I would just let it
 This is how we live, when we live somewhere
 With quiet nights inside making plans to make a life
 To keep it all safe inside and outside
 Dear anyone, do you know what that's like
 Remembering all of it
 Our building pieces stacked on top
 Hanging over each other and packed in
 Keep it simple
 Keep it
 When you don't go on
 Your song lives on
 When I don't go on
 The channel turns against the keel
 There's no turning back
 Thumbing my buttons
 Nervously in my bed under cold sheets
 Hiding the thunder inside of me
 My young wife made this shirt
 I'm turning in the surf
 With my hat in my hand and my feet off the ground
 At least it's a start
 If it has to be, I'll starve on my own payroll
 Trying to make living better
 I think that was the goal
 The oils moves, feeds the machine, the pressure builds
 The war outside is rattling
 Pushes smoke out past the rings
 My heart's been dreaming about sparks
 This heavy pull is strengthening my last resolve
 It's all burnt up
 The fire's gone
 You can have it all