Ostrich from Epiphany Ticket by Honey Tiger Island

You've got so much buried under there I can see it in the scars you wear
So much it's like they're wearing you
Experience is not always evidence, though I'm counting all these years between us too
So I followed your trail of breadcrumbs
to the same old mat where you hide your key
After all this time, isn't that a little silly?
And I know you must have your reasons for your hurricane season
But if you're hanging your head, can I hang mine too?

I tried singing to ya, but your head was in the sand. I tried singing to ya, but your head was in the sand.

I think I've always been one who has trouble reasoning, it's like
All the world moves to fast for me
Try to be good to friends, never spoil how a good movie ends
And be there at 3 AM when they need you
But some nights there's this thing in the air
It makes me feel like I need to be everywhere
Like my whole life is like lightning that's crackling bright
Just waiting for the right place to strike

And I tried singing to you, but your head was in the sand.
You tried singing to me, but my head was in the sand.

• Acoustic
• Sad Island Songs
• Ironwood