115: Off The Ground

Oh, quit lying to myself
And let the truth be told
Well, my head is heavy and my heart is empty
But my spirit is strong and my legs are ready

The Record Company
Off The Ground

 

I’m still working out all the details of this loss and getting off the ground.

Seven months living out of my van makes me appreciate having a kitchen table and a window overlooking the lake. Seven months dressing from clothes pulled from a backpack makes me appreciate a dresser and closet. Seven months of truck stop toilets makes me appreciate personal porcelain thrones. Seven months eating out of a cooler makes me appreciate a working 1950’s Frigidaire. Seven months bathing in hotel showers makes me appreciate having my own bath. Seven months washing clothes in laundromats makes me appreciate a washer and dryer. Seven months sleeping in hotels and AirBnb’s makes me appreciate having my own bed.

Seven months of hotel housekeeping makes me appreciate hotel housekeeping.

I guess there are some perks.

I gotta get myself
Off the side of the road
I gotta get myself up off the side of the road
Things are lookin’ clear as they’ve ever been
Don’t know how it’ll end but I know where to begin

Gotta get myself
Off the side of the road
I got to quit lying to myself
And let the truth be told
I got to quit lying to myself
And let the truth be told

Again, I woke up burned-out by the sun
Tired of layin’ still so I’m movin’ along
Quit lying to myself
And let the truth be told

Hey, hey, yes
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Hey, hey, I’ve gotta pick myself up off the ground, yeah
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Hey, hey, I’ve gotta pick myself up off the ground, yeah

And I gotta hunt myself down a brand-new home
I gotta hunt myself down a brand-new home
Yeah, now I got the answer to my biggest question
Had to loose where I was to get my direction
Gotta hunt myself down a brand-new home, lord
Lord, the tears that I’m hiding
No they ain’t for cryin’
Yeah, the tears that I’m hiding
No they ain’t for cryin’

I’m never gonna let em start spilling out
‘Cause they pour down my body and they flood the ground
The tears that I’m hiding
No, they ain’t for cryin’

Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Hey, hey, I’ve gotta pick myself up off the ground, yeah
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Hey, hey, I’ve gotta pick myself up off the ground, yeah

Oh, let the truth be told
All day, let the truth be told
Oh, let the truth be told
Baby, let the truth be told
Oh lord, let the truth be told
Oh god, baby let the truth be told

I gotta get myself up
Off the side of the road
Oh, quit lying to myself
And let the truth be told
Well, my head is heavy and my heart is empty
But my spirit is strong and my legs are ready

Gotta get myself up
Off the side of the road
Quit lying to myself
And let the truth be told, go!

Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Hey, hey, I’ve gotta pick myself up off the ground, yeah
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Hey, hey, I’ve gotta pick myself up off the ground, yeah
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Hey, hey, I’ve gotta pick myself up off the ground

Songwriters: Christopher Bernard Vos / Alexander Wood Stiff / Marc Cazorla
Off The Ground lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group