Sunday With Mom and Dad

Sitting with friends, some I met tonight
Thinking I finally made it
But tragedy delayed it.

Sunday's with mom and dad
Simple pleasures in those precious hours
It's life and relationships in a bouquet of flowers

I'm tryin'
Trying for what they hold dear
To keep my life, to live it near
to their expectations
And yet the deep calls out to me
Travel makes my sanity
I wonder where their desire ends
I wonder where I begin
But I do know there's got to be an end.

Strange feelings pass through sobriety
Familiar reality at the bottom of my drink
Crazy to most, getting an insight to living here

Shameful trips south people don't see
what they're all about
Plainly an appeasing offering to my need
A change, a dramatic switch is what I plead