Walks On Alberta

Walter Mitty And His Makeshift Orchestra

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White lies to hide me at home, while I'm sad in the mornings
Oh I can be a hermit you know
I'll reply when the weather gets warmer

Here's to Miss Everything's Fine
Eating full bowls of kale and sipping her wine
Even she agrees, apathy comes with the times
So rest assured that nothing matters

It's always a struggle, you learn to grin and bear it
I wonder if we could memorize our thoughts
Put them into songs, would they ever really change much?
My old fears showed up and left
I've basically conformed and lost my edge
I imagine this will always be complicated
My wanderlust may never be satiated
I will try to find some sort of peace in it all
Revise my beliefs on our walks on alberta
I won't tell you when I'm full and down to go home
Cause our talks on alberta are the reason
I'm not spiritually suffocating, not fake smiling
Better things will come if we never stop trying
That's what they told me but I don't really buy it
I'll play dumb and you can play it cool