Half the Time

Well, maybe I'll drive up north for a while
Go and see some family
Livin' by myself here alone on the hill
Starts to wear on me

Between the ghost in the yard and the angel in the tree
The roses in their beds get more sleep than me

Half the time, I think I'm crazy
And the other half the time, I wish I was
All the waiting I've done, for some sense of things to come
But it never does

When I'm driving at night, I see pictures on the windshield
The lights, the road and my picture show
I see the boys when they were babies, see Roy in the Air Force
I see things that never happened, well, they might have, I don't know

Between the time that I leave and I arrive
The past is in the back seat with the dead of quiet

Half the time, I think I'm crazy
And the other half the time, I wish I was
All the waiting I've done, for some sense of things to come
But it never does

All the waiting I've done, for some sense of things to come
But it never does