Waking up every morning and trying to remember who you are is an odd feeling… Not knowing what’s worse, finding yourself or losing yourself, perhaps is odder still…

“I guess I just got lost”… doesn’t quite sum it up, maybe I just got found… At times I feel as if my soul has slipped away from me, like I lost my proverbial “car keys”… I just can seem to get on solid ground… even in my dreams I’m an idiot who knows he’s about to wake up to reality, I’m a cruel joke, even to myself…

Losing Faith, Losing Hope Losing Passion Losing Love… after all this loss, what can you expect to gain…? If I’ve learned anything it’s that expectation that can be the most dangerous…



I don’t know if I can pick up my “crazy heart”, let alone giving anything one more try…


Your heart’s on the loose
You rolled them seven’s with to nothing lose
And this ain’t no place for the weary kind
You called all your shots
Shooting 8 ball at the corner truck stop
Somehow this don’t feel like home anymore
And this ain’t no place for the weary kind
And this ain’t no place to lose your mind
And this ain’t no place to fall behind
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try
Your body aches…Playing your guitar and sweating out the hate
The days and the nights all feel the same
Whiskey has been a thorn in your side
and it doesn’t forget the highway that calls for your heart inside
And this ain’t no place for the weary kind
And this ain’t no place to lose your mind
And this ain’t no place to fall behind
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try
Your lovers won’t kiss…It’s too damn far from your fingertips
You are the man that ruined her world
Your heart’s on the loose
You rolled them seven’s with nothing to lose
And this ain’t no place for the weary kind


Written by Ryan Bingham and T. Bone Burnett