Sonoak, Ken Korb - From the Valley lyrics

Come out to the porch with me
What's on your mind? Get out of LA with me
One night at a time

Every time I speak I think
"I'm sick of goose chase"
But all that's ever uttered is "I
Hate the weather" and while
I'm really thinking "all for nothing
In the first place" all I can muster is "I
Really don't have the time"

Now I'm happy forming frowns upon
Your face that say
"I'm kinda frightened could my record
Be a better kind
Of carving etched into another's nameplate?"
I wanna help but it's "I
Really don't have the time"
Are you out of your mind?

All the ones I wanted
Once are coming together
Never did the math but I assumed
It would make for a fair
Share of my piece to reap of the pleasure
Never did I think my sunny
Palms could be so bare

Changing my mind is taking forever
Besides I wonder
Do I really not want to care?
There's so much shit that's peddled as clever
Narratives, the narratives! The narratives
Could be so bare

Or am I just a sweating Grinch in the sunset
Post-crossed the country to insist there
Are no open minds
Tried prying with my immaculate concepts
Whoever doesn't trust me must be
Satisfied to be so blind

Indeed, my heart is locked in the gun chest
Here it's a weapon
But, I'm looking for the old design
My head slung in preferable contexts
There it was the catalyst that
Sang the rain into wine

I think it's the same but
Showered in a different light

What's on your mind?
Come out to the porch with me
Are you out of your mind?
Every time I speak I hear
"I hate with a vengeance"
But all the eyes have spoken
Saying "we do it in a different way!"
Hey, I know I can hardly defend it
I never asked to see you jaded
In the great blank parade

But that's just the course of my logic
Every moment led me here and will
Lead me to another day
Afraid of an unavoidable conflict
Narratives, the narratives
The narratives are all a waste

And that's the whole problem now, isn't it?
As far as I can tell
This whole world ain't worth my fucking time
But, I've got a whole slew of experience
Says "you make a statement then you'll
Find out you were ranting blind!"

Alright so I'll be wrong every instant
The thing is I could shut my mouth
And never let you hear me sigh
Why bother even talking at all then?

Do you mind if I say what's on my mind?!
I'm sick of the goose chase
Now all you ever hear from me is
"to Point Dume into the night!"
When I scream I'm sick of the goose chase
I can look out into the
Valley and see the light
Oh, I'm sick of the goose chase
I wish it could be better but it's
All I know to do what's right
All I wanna do is tell you all my thoughts
I like the things I hear
Almost every time we talk
You want to change my mind
But the change is a surprise
Keep that patience always, my friend
And watch me come alive!