P.S.

Is there something I can believe in?
I wanna know that something is true
When I get drunk it’s so deceiving
‘Cause I keep thinking that thing’s you

I’m too dom to break too sub to take a stand
Until I’m sure I guess I’ll hold your hand

Lately I’m feeling kinda homesick
But for a place that I’ve never been
Sometimes I walk along the flooded crick
Sometimes… I wanna jump in

I’ve never had a church, a calling, or a cause
Like Nate, before I speak to you I pause

So now I guess I’ll keep on dreaming
I don’t know what I hoped to find
Is there something I can believe in?
Is there something that can be mine?

I can write nine songs that say I’ve found my home
But postscript I really just don’t know