Attending classes for better diction. You blurred the line between fact and fiction. But we graduated and left the woods. Living in this state is heaps good. Quit your act as backseat bandit and come join me, leave your post abandoned. I think it’s time to begin: I’ll draw the lines if you shade it in. Hiding in this place where no bands go. High in the hills where it almost snows. I find myself again pitching projects to my friends. Hey, Raccoon, I’ve got a plan. Would you join me and start a band? I was thinking the same thing, you can count me in. I’ve got some people in mind who I think you might like. From teacher and student to preacher and truant. But look at us now on equal ground, newfound with walls we burnt down. I know we’ll get through it. I went to great lengths to befriend my heroes, nurse them back to full strength. And how can we paint with weighted brush? This thing could swallow us. Deep in our discussions of sound, I say to you that I’m proud. And I hope that we stay aligned until one of us dies.