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In a Mississippi hotel room
I was wounded and confused
As I watched the 10 o'clock news
I was waiting on a late night call
That I knew would never come
And though I doubt its what youd want
I call you from the steps outside
You say you were fast asleep
And every lies, it tortures me
I cant kill what does not bleed
So please explainCan you tell me what it is you need?
Cause Ive been trying, still I cannot see
These wasted moments brought me to my knees
I just wanna give you everythingIf morning is my darkest time
In the night I sometimes find
There is comfort without lie
I've been living with no hope
It was a shame to let it go

But it was drowning me so slow
I've never felt so far away
From the boy I used to be
And I wonder what hed see
From the corner of some ship
He met me todayCan you tell me what it is you need?
Cause I've been trying, still I cannot see
These wasted moments brought me to my knees
I just wanna give you everythingIn the letter that you wrote me last
There were words that burned to hear
And red lipstick on the mirror
You said loving mes a great mistake
Cause I have never loved myself
And I am sorry if you found
But maybe you could offer help
To someone like meCan you tell me what it is you need?
Cause I've been trying, still I cannot see
These wasted moments brought me to my knees
I just wanna give you everything

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Where should I start…these stories, my music, it comes from all the places I’ve been, the people I’ve been blessed to play music along side, the way it feels to play my guitar until it bleeds or to bang on that old piano in my living room until my shoulders ache and my fingers won’t move anymore. From Georgia to New York, New York to the road; Charleston and Memphis, Vermont to Chicago. Turned 21, then 22…released my first record with The District…Maine and Boston and who knows where else…made love in the grass and meant it…walked down Wilshire, blinking in the Los Angeles sun… got lost in Delaware scrambling to get home to my family after too much time…swam in the ocean with the boys, thanking God for purple and orange Florida sunrises. Soaked up New Orleans…tried to become Levon Helm; realized I wasn’t much of a drummer……turned 23. Wrote A Drop In The Ocean with Zach Berkman and then put it away for six months because I didn’t get it…fell in love…drank whiskey from the bottle and howled at the moon…released Last Call…played the blues back-to-back with Buz in Charlotte and just about everywhere else along that godforsaken highway…the van broke down…we fixed it…the van broke down again. Got lost heading to South Carolina and ended up in Alabama…fell out of love and hit my head on the way towards the bottom…turned 24…made a Christmas album, because, damn it, I like Christmas albums. Played big rooms…played small rooms …listened to Van Morrison and cried…listened to trains scream somewhere off in the distance on ink-black sleepless nights… I traced the outline of a woman’s face on a piece of paper; someone I loved and didn’t want to forget once we’d put the whole thing to bed. The picture didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped, so I took my ink-stained fingers and spelled her name out in big, smeared letters on my arm. I guess that’s all I’ve ever really had…my words. This music is the story of where I’ve been, who I am, and where I’m going…these songs are my life.

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