Sip

drive these familiar roads,
and I'm tuning in,
seems that the radio,
knows where I've been

I never address this feeling,
I just put it all away,
and cling to my false hope,
that it'll be the same again someday

Chorus:
Cause this well has run dry,
pulling up empty pales of promise,
swimming in a desert of cement,
and all I need is a sip

my father's body's aching,
mothers hope is shaking,
my little brother's running,
from everything he believes

in this place of love,
I manage to feel alone,
this is the place I grew up,
but it's not longer home

Chorus

My lips are cracked and dry,
they thirst for so much more,
I need a place where I,
can drink and thirst no more