From the 2022 album The Badlees
Written by Bret Alexander
Mixed by Paul Smith at 8 Days a Week Studios
How do I make sense of it all
Just sitting here watching fall
Turn into winter
How do I even hope to begin
Unpacking the shape I'm in
This time, this time
Now I've seen worse and I've seen better
But crying don't change a thing
My mind's an ambulance in traffic
My heart's a flock of birds
How do I navigate the static
Of a thousand melodies without words
My better angels were code talkin'
On a frequency I found that day
They said "Just win the battle in front of you
And you'll find your way
Find your way, find your way"
Now I've seen worse and I've seen better
But crying don't change a thing
My mind's an ambulance in traffic
My heart's a flock of birds
How do I navigate the static
Of a thousand melodies without words
Now I've seen worse and I've seen better
But crying don't change a thing
My heart's like jazz on a New York City street
The sweetest sound you ever heard
But tell me how can my mind compete
With a thousand melodies without words
My mind's an ambulance in traffic
My heart's a flock of birds
But my reaction's automatic
To a thousand melodies without words