Mislocation - Elsinore

You always get nervous in this light

It must be something from childhood

Some great repression, don’t you think?

And what was the catalyst?

So many seeds of the 1980s

Have grown into gardens

In your adult mind

But, you never tended to them

And you let them all die

In the drought of 2005

You’re inclined to sell everything

And move to the city

A mislocation

And you know that you have

Felt this way from the start

And you can’t remember if it was

Your head or your heart

But you understand the ramifications of both

This is a word from someone who’s been there

And someone who can understand your plight

And I know that it gets lonely

It gets lonely for us all

I promise that it all gets easier with time

You’re just having trouble connecting the lines

The government’s not a part of this

There’s no paperwork for how you’re feeling

Color charts and seismographs and atlases

Can’t triangulate your whereabouts

Your mental state, your complicated disarray

This is a word from someone who’s been there

And someone who can understand your plight

And I know that it gets lonely

It gets lonely for us all

This is a word from someone who’s been there

And understands the art of the sleepless night

And I know that it gets lonely

I know that it gets lonely

I know that it gets lonely

I know that it gets lonely