Outbound from Jack Casually by Peter Hazen

Everyday I drive away from everything I’ve ever known
Everyday I keep the past at bay, and look for a new home
Want something to call my own

Every day I wonder if I should have stayed
Every day the dice are rolled, and I pick which cards to play
Everyday I wonder if I came back what would you say
Everyday I wonder why and how it got to be this way

I see the truth behind your stare
Even when I see you you’re not there
I see the truth behind your eyes
it's only the soul that never lies

Everyday I try to find the words with which to pray
Everyday I’m more determined to make it my own way
I think I’ll make it (if the world doesn't end)

Everyday I wonder if I should have stayed
Everyday the dice are rolled, and I choose which cards to play
Every day I wonder if I came back what would you say
Everyday I wonder why and how it got to be this way

So I sing:
Outbound, I’ve got to get away
Everything will be all right
Outbound, nothing more to say
but I’ll dream of you tonight

Every day is a sad display of the dying days of Rome
Everyday I lay my cards out and try to read my fate
Everyday I wonder if we've said all there is to say
everyday the colors fade and grow a little gray

• Americana
• Folk
• blues
• folk rock
• rock n roll
• singer-songwriter
• Portland