Empty House

Made the wrong bets
Chose the wrong path
Ran away
And paid the price

Walk through the days in a daze
What used to thrill me
No longer fills me
And there's nothing else

Want something to come home to
Thought I had a chance
Slipped through my hands
Now it's just me again

Gets exhausting
Playing to an empty house
No energy left
Nothing to sing or shout

Keep trudging this road
Hoping to find a home
Maybe it's not meant to be
In this life anyway

Angels Walk

When I first moved back to Los Angeles I was still kind of hurting from a relationship ending. I wasn't sure if I was running away or towards something when I returned. I remember driving downtown to the office early in the morning listening to Paul Westerberg's Angels Walk, It's a Wonderful Lie and Lookin' out Forever and wondering what life had in store for me next.

Now just over eight years later I find myself in the same position. And once again it is Paul Westerberg getting me through a tough time.

That's what music does. It makes you feel worse when you want to feel worse and better when you want to feel better. Often the same song can do both. As Pete Townshend said, Rock & Roll won't solve your problems but it will let you dance all over them.