Interpret:

Early November, The

Album:

The Mother, The Mechanic, And The Path

and I just can't get this off my mind
my voice it yells inside
It tells me all the time
that I could leave right now
oh, it tears me up to see this place
green and a machined washed grey


but all we know is this...


I been trying for the past four years
broken a lie to get this here
it's not the heart that makes the man,
it's the money in his hand
it's been a struggle for the past few nights
I had to quit to realize,
that I can't waste no time on it
in case this is all I get


one year, one month, and seven days
to lose the love it takes
and grow plastic from my hands
so I can leave right now
oh, it tears me up to see this place
green and a machined washed grey


with all the shine and ritz...


I been trying for the past four years
broken a lie to get this here
it's not the heart that makes the man,
it's the money in his hand
it's been a struggle for the past few nights
I had to quit to realize,
that I can't waste no time on it
in case this is all I get


I been trying for the past four years
broken a lie to get this here
it's not the heart that makes the man,
it's the money in his hand
it's been a struggle for the past few nights
I had to quit to realize,
that I can't waste no time on it
in case this is all I get


I get...