This is a song I wrote based on a letter a very good friend wrote to me about a month ago. He lives a life I could only imagine. He makes his own alcohol, has the worst/best/worst again tattoos of all time and he’s just a generally great dude… here’s to Jed Nixon.

Hello again my friend its me and I can’t sleep
this electronic life is killing me
woke up alone a sobering distance from my home
laying with a girl I barely met

Trying to find a one way to take me
straight back home feel like I been
gone for so damn long

the events the night before I can’t recall
slipped on my boots & I set off
the ground is soft underneath my aging boots
It’s storms like this I think of you

I been trying to find a middle ground tween
lonesome and insane
it’s so cliche to drink away the pain.

filling station five am and they wont sell
bought a pack of parliaments instead
8 miles back to a house that’s small and hot
guitars and ghosts are all I got

I been trying to fight the urge to
leave this goddamn town
the city’s not the same without you around