Michael Jordan - Steady Hands

Michael Jordan, I’m sorry but it’s time for you to go

Yes it’s time for you to go

Cause there’s no room left here in this house

Yeah and I’ve traded it for the road

I’ve traded it for the road

So I’m packing up these boxes and ditching all these clothes

I’m sure that some day this ship will sail back home

Cause memories are pornography

I’ll remember you without hoarding all your things

Memories are pornography

Remember who I am and what I did

And then burn all of my shit

I dig through, through all thes relics

Just to find some sentimnt

But all I see is mess

And most of it is shadowed

In my own indifference

So I grabbed all of my friends

And we traveled this great ocean

To try and finally make some sense

But now my bags are heavier than when I left

Now don’t go feeling cheated

That the time you spent was fleeting after all

Or you’ll get that sinking feeling

That your life was about leaving what you own

But its not that cold, and you’re not that old

So take a hold of what’s in your soul