I’m gathering the pieces of my personality
I’m borrowing and stealing all the things that I’ll call me
I’m building up a castle from a pile of debris
And I’ll paint it pretty colors so that all the world can see
My reinvention

I don’t care about the me I’m supposed to be
Who I am is always up to me
Life’s a fleeting mystery and it’s all inside of me
I’ll be the product of my own intention
My reinvention

There’s a picture perfect vision in my head I’ll recreate
And I’ll turn this tired me into a work of art and wait
For all the people passing by to stop and stare and recognize
This finely chiseled sculpture come to life before their eyes
My reinvention

I don’t care about the me I’m supposed to be
Who I am is always up to me
Life’s a fleeting mystery and it’s all inside of me
I’ll be the product of my own intention
My reinvention

I don’t care about the me I’m supposed to be
Who I am is always up to me
Life’s a fleeting mystery and it’s all inside of me
I’ll be the product of my own intention
My reinvention

The Lucky One
Written by Eric Baines

I talk a lot just to keep her happy
‘cause she enjoys listening to me
I drink sometimes and she never joins me
I guess it’s not her cup of tea

She smiles a lot and I keep each one of them
Cataloged inside my head
Sometimes she yells and I should be listening
But I’m looking at her smiles instead

Oh I try so hard to do the things
I know that I’m supposed to do
And through all her frustration she stays with me
Hoping one day I’ll come through

I am so in love with everything she does
And I wake up every day
To hear the words she has to say
Although I may not understand I know that I’m a lucky man
But I hope that I am not the only one
The only lucky one

He laugh at me sometime when I’m talking
And I’m not trying to entertain
But I love the sound of her mischievous giggle
That I don’t ever want to complain

She looks at me and she tells me she loves me
And I struggle through a clever reply
I hope she does but sometimes I wonder
Is she living or just getting by

Oh I try so hard to do the things
I know that I’m supposed to do
And through all her frustration she stays with me
Hoping one day I’ll come through

I am so in love with everything she does
And I wake up every day
To hear the words she has to say
Although I may not understand I know that I’m a lucky man
But I hope that I am not the only one
The only lucky one

I don’t really know what she sees in me
Maybe she’s afraid to be alone
Maybe this is just my insecurity
Or maybe I’m right
I hope I’m not right

I think a lot about every moment
We spend together holding hands
She’s changed my life and all for the better
In ways she’ll never understand

Something More
Written by Eric Baines and Kim Wimmer

Another lovely day for me to hide in
Pretending everything is A O K
I watch the people walking by in silence
And in this moment try to drift away

Life can be so heavy sometimes
My head begins to pound
I’m strung out, tired and spun too tightly
The weight just drags me down

But in this world of lonely people everyone’s the same
Everybody’s got their baggage, their triumphs and their pain
My load feels a little lighter perched upon my throne
Looking out at all the people with crosses of their own
At least I’m not alone

I take a breath and stand beside the ocean
An emptiness so vast and I’m so small
I know I fit into a bigger picture
But when it all made sense I can’t recall

How’d I let it get this crazy
How’d I get so lost
I guess it’s time to cut my losses
Regardless of the cost

And in this world of lonely people everyone’s the same
Everybody’s got their baggage, their triumphs and their pain
And though I’m one of many millions I know there’s something more
I’m searching for the bigger purpose I know I’m living for

I just pretend that I care
It keeps me numb and unaware
There’s something more for me somewhere

And in this world of lonely people everyone’s the same
Everybody’s got their baggage, their triumphs and their pain
I open up and take it in this truth I’ve always known
Somehow we are all connected know one on their own
We are not alone
You are not alone
I am not alone

I’m Coming Around
Written by Eric Baines

At first I couldn’t stand the way you looked at me
With a confidence I was sure you couldn’t have
The way you shrugged your shoulders right before you rolled you eyes
It drove me mad

I couldn’t see what was right beneath your surface
Distracted by your pretty painted smile
I was soaking in my ego and hypocrisy but in denial

But I’m coming around
I’m making up ground
I forget me when I’m looking at you
I’m seeing it all now and I know it’s true
I’m coming around to you

I’ve shed the blurry lenses that I used to wear
I’m trying to see the world through honest eyes
I’m keeping them wide open so I don’t miss another treasure
In disguise

I’m trying to feel the error of my evil ways
And patch up all the holes within my soul
I’m fighting with the demons that I used to let
Take control

But I’m coming around
I’m making up ground
I forget me when I’m looking at you
I’m seeing it all now and I know it’s true
I’m coming around to you

One more stupid reaction that I can’t erase
So much time is behind me that I can’t replace
I’ll never get it back, never get it back
Wish I could get it back

And I’m coming around
I’m making up ground
I forget me when I’m looking at you
I’m seeing it all now and I know it’s true
I’m coming around to you

I’m walking down a perilous path, I could fall at any time
This mountain is long but I am strong, I can make it to the other side
These twists and turns I am trying to learn but I’m dragging my past behind me

But it seems to me I have more than I need
All this baggage is gonna slow me down
Do I need all this stuff around?
Got my father’s Samsonite my mother’s steamer trunk

Lord know all the places it’s been
Got a chest full of guilt for the brother I’ve been
And a back pack I got from a writer friend
And the bags from my school and the bags from my ex
That hold all my fear and anger
And the bags from my friends and the bags from the band
And the bags, all these bags
Make me who I am

It seems that I’ve gone just as far as I can
With this cargo on my back

I can’t climb anymore and I can’t see the top
‘cause the woods are thick and black
And I know in the end that I’m bound to ascend
Feeling whole and a little smarter
If I’m gonna arrive that I can’t survive as a self inflicted martyr
I’m tired of being a martyr

Got my father’s Samsonite my mother’s steamer trunk
Lord know all the places it’s been

Got a chest full of guilt for the brother I’ve been
And a back pack I got from a writer friend
And the bags from my school and the bags from my ex
That hold all my fear and anger
And the bags from my friends and the bags from the band
And the bags, all these bags
Make me who I am
Who I am

If I let it all go what is left of me?
If I let it all go what is left of me?
If I let it all go what is left of me?

This Vegas heat is giving me away
Don’t want to leave but I don’t want to stay
She’s turned the key and unlocked the door
But I don’t want to feel anymore

Her pretty eyes have made me face the pain
She’s crawled inside and runs through my veins
She’s warmed my heart and it’s been cold so long
And I don’t know what’s right or wrong

I didn’t know that I was missing the gift to me she’s given
But it seems so hard to bear, it was easier when I didn’t care
She’s a light
She brightens up my darkest skies but if I look to long she burns my eyes
She’s the night
She wakes me up and cools me down, it’s hard to see my way around
But my feet have never touched the ground

It’s new to me, these things I feel
I’m twisted up and I don’t what’s real
I thought I knew but I was so naïve
Now I don’t know what I believe

I didn’t know that I was missing the gift to me she’s given
But it seems so hard to bear, it was easier when I didn’t care

She’s a light
She brightens up my darkest skies but if I look to long she burns my eyes
She’s the night
She wakes me up and cools me down, it’s hard to see my way around
But my feet have never touched the ground

Her light’s in my eyes
But I feel so alive, alive

She’s a light
She brightens up my darkest skies but if I look to long she burns my eyes
She’s the night
She wakes me up and cools me down, it’s hard to see my way around
But my feet have never touched the ground

Take a look at me and try to see what you’ve been missing
All the thing I’ve said you turn your head and you don’t listen
I’ve tried to make you see that it’s me who really loves you
Your broken hearted dreams have made you blind
But I’ll be here waiting

I see you on the street hand in hand and looking lonely
You come to me with stories of how this is your one and only
You can’t explain the tears or the fears you have inside you
But I believe in time you will see
That I’ve been here waiting

I know the day will come that you’ll call my name
And I will come running help you get through the pain
I’ll hold my hand out and you’ll grab a hold
And I’ll leave the waiting behind

I don’t know what to do to be with you I just can’t think straight
I’m spending all my time drinking wine and staying up late
Can’t think of what to say to make you stay with me forever
Keep searching for the words to let you know
That I’m right here waiting

I know the day will come that you’ll call my name
And I will come running help you get through the pain
I’ll hold my hand out and you’ll grab a hold
And I’ll leave the waiting behind

If you don’t think you’ll be happy
Then just fall into my arms don’t hesitate
And if you still don’t believe what I’m saying
Then I’ll wait and wait and wait

I know the day will come that you’ll call my name
And I will come running help you get through the pain
I’ll hold my hand out and you’ll grab a hold
And I’ll leave the waiting behind

On the Inside
Written by Eric Baines

My deepest stories I can not tell
I keep them hidden inside my shell
It saves me from facing my darkest truth
I bury the evidence erasing the proof

On the inside, that’s where you’ll find me
Naked and torn with nothing to hide me
I’m locked behind laughter and smiles and jokes
And hand shakes and words but it’s all just a hoax
That’s what I do to survive what’s on the inside

Some things are broken, some things are scarred
Others lay useless, battered and charred
All of this maintenance wastes so much time
It never gets better it only gets fine

On the inside, that’s where you’ll find me
Naked and torn with nothing to hide me
I’m locked behind laughter and smiles and jokes
And hand shakes and words but it’s all just a hoax
That’s what I do to survive what’s on the inside

On the inside
Working and working and working away

On the inside, that’s where you’ll find me
Naked and torn with nothing to hide me
I’m locked behind laughter and smiles and jokes
And hand shakes and words but it’s all just a hoax
That’s what I do to survive what’s on the inside

You hurt and it kills me
You feel small but you’re larger than life
My words don’t seem to convince you
I wish you could see through my eyes
See through my eyes

If you could see you like I see you
If you could know you like I know you
I’m blinded by your light inside that’s waiting to come through
If you could see you like I see you

My eyes have always been perfect
Things I see are incredibly clear
Sometimes your vision gets clouded
And confused by the things that you fear
There is nothing to fear

If you could see you like I see you
If you could know you like I know you
I’m blinded by your light inside that’s waiting to come through
If you could see you like I see you

Come inside me look outside see
The world’s the same old space
Try to find you  don’t it feel good
Just staring at your face
It makes this tired world a brand new place

If you could see you like I see you
If you could know you like I know you
I’m blinded by your light inside that’s waiting to come through
If you could see you like I see you
If you could see you like I see you
If you could know you like I know you

I’m blinded by your light inside that’s waiting to come through
If you could see you like I see you
Like I see you
Like I see you
Like I see you

When It’s Over
Written by Eric Baines

The clouds are rushing in again
The waves are crashing on my skin
Another Winter storm begins
To blow

The sand is taking different shapes
As the salty air anticipates
This violent beauty ‘bout to rape
The shore

It may be better when it’s over
It may be better when it’s done
It may be better when it’s over
It may be better when it’s done

Now I watch her in her purple dress
She wears to play her games of chess
Her hands are reaching to caress
His face

Things are not so special now
The beads of sweat fall from my brow
And all the colors fade somehow
To dark

It may be better when it’s over
It may be better when it’s done
It may be better when it’s over
It may be better when it’s done

Life is beauty full of pain and suffering and back again
Colors blending into brown, smiles fighting back the frowns
A complicated world of hurt, just to end up in the dirt
Why’s it have to hurt and hurt and hurt

It may be better when it’s over
It may be better when it’s done
It may be better when it’s over
It may be better when it’s done