On The Solo Front

It’s been a long while What’s with your receded hairline Makes me ask why you love to interrupt when I see fireflies I stand tall alone ‘Cause I know the correct way home There’s a new man staring As my pot comes to a boil One year is long enough to win me over You’re recruiting bodies, not the hearts and souls It’s passive disinterest, It appeals to your inner Elvis! They think / we should talk it through Hear it here, first baby Before you go crazy I’m not keen coming home to anyone, Certainly not you Said my eyes are young and your spirit’s cold I liked this better On the solo front I don’t like to hide, Your turn to run Well eat your words You know you still can Paint the walls until I understand I don’t see like you see. Dye your locks and save the world All in good time Beneath your microscope You’re just like any man (Like any man) I’ve encountered It’s more passive disinterest, It appeals to your inner Elvis! They think / we should talk it through Hear it here, first baby Before you go crazy I’m not keen coming home to anyone, Certainly not you Said my eyes are young and your spirit’s cold I liked this better On the solo front [music: guitar solo] These tears shed from once hopeful eyes Relationship to other I’m told is the prize I withstood large pains to realize I don’t need your pity Your direction, Your beauty Your […] [music, polyphonic layering] It’s bitter disinterest, And it appeals to your inner Elvis! They think / we should talk it through Hear it here, first baby Before you go crazy I’m not keen coming home to anyone, Certainly not you Said my eyes are young and your spirit’s cold I liked this better On the solo front [music: guitar solo] And I don’t like to hide, so it’s your turn to Run