Damn, this album is really friggin' good.

I've got skin like birch bark
you can peel me off and lose me to the wind
I guess it's too late, to protect myself from this

it feels like I've been driving north
it's getting colder by the mile
and at this rate I'll be buried in snow in no time at all
but you've been building these walls for a long time
it's not that I didn't know but you'd flash me another smile
as you'd lay another stone
and I still fall for that
I still fall for that one every time

this is all that's left
just these sad sad songs
if you're going to go your way
I guess I'll carry myself along

could you build me a guardrail
to keep me from falling off of the ledge?
or throw me a rope and pull me out of this?
could you sew me a flag to remind me
where I stand without you, it's easy to forget

and this is all that's left...

well I've been taking long drives with the music too loud
I've been dragging my feet over the February ground
and I've been talking to strangers at the local bars
and I wish they were you
you know it just brings me down
tell me a joke or two I could use one now

'cause I've got skin like birch bark...

and this is all that's left...

—Driving North / Chris Pureka