Matt Spitko

Lyrics

Sunrise, graveyards, a waste of space
Why you sittin' on a pile of bones to meditate?
Reminders of love and life and hope and space
It ain't for me, but you do you

I'm troubled by the ways of the rats and the race
I'm a modern man and I don't know what to chase
Radio up. Throttle down. Dive into the traffic.

But the singer only sings a song
You gotta help yourself along
So I won't pay no mind to the storm
Cause the wind don't matter when you move like a hurricane

Midday slowdown, the story breaks
Throw the garbage straight from one mouth to the front page
Gotta show some kindness, peace and mostly faith
What would you know who do?

I’m troubled by the ways of the rats and the race
We're all in together floating in empty space
No turning back, so what’s a modern man to do?

But the singer only sings a song
You gotta help yourself along
So I won't pay no mind to the storm
Cause the wind don't matter when you move like a hurricane
No, the wind don’t matter when you move like a hurricane

And I know my mind's been troubled
That spiral turning around and around
But I get back to center on the double
Cause I’m always somewhere in the middle of the lost and found

And the singer only sings a song
You gotta help yourself along
So I won't pay no mind to the storm
Just gotta help yourself along
Cause the wind don't matter when you move like a hurricane
The wind don’t matter when you move like a hurricane
No, the wind don’t matter when you move like a hurricane