From the recording Subourban Road
Written by G.S. Pultz and Eric Luskin (pultzsongs, BMI)
Produced by SideStreet and Doug Kwartler
Late at night he scratched his head and wondered what they'd say.
Sleep don't come he heard The Dead sing Fifty Shades Of Gray.
Certain words and certain persons, filled his mind like notes left on a tray.
He was seeking equilibrium but all he found was Namaste.
He really needs a miracle - something's getting in the way.
Powerball one number short, your luck just doesn't change.
Feel a fall unlike a sport, it shouldn't feel that strange.
Certain muses, certain ruses, as you sigh its just a dream away
And you were seeking equilibrium but all you found was Namaste.
When you really needs a miracle - something's getting in the way.
I'm dreaming (maybe not); I'm freezing (maybe hot).
The difference may be wrong. Going strong.
Indifference growing strong.
Late again but here I am and better now than not.
Could I bend and would I break and can I take a shot
Certain faces, certain phases. Shakespeare's chorus pointing out the way.
I was seeking equilibrium but all I found was Namaste.
When I'm seeking equilibrium - somethings always in the way.