A Stranger To Myself
*Thanks For The Ride*

I’m crossing over, left exit right,
I’m crossing over, alternating minds
I’m down for the trip; I think it’s time.
I’m crossing over; thanks for the ride.

I’m a stranger to myself
I don’t see me anymore
A stranger in the mirror, wondering who I am
And no matter what I say, it never comes out right.
I just want to feel myself
I just want to find myself again.

I want to start fresh, but I fuck it up.
I take one on the chin and two in the gut.
I could blame it on God, but hell, he’s heard enough.
I could blame it on your sweet stuff.

I’m a stranger to myself
I don’t know me anymore
A stranger in this world, asking who I am
And no matter what I say, it never sounds quite right.
I just want to feel myself
I just want to find myself again.

The king is on the treadmill,
The king is on the treadmill.
The rat is on the mountaintop,
The rat is on the mountaintop.

I’m a stranger to myself
I don’t feel me anymore
A stranger in my head, asking where I am
And no matter what I say, it never sounds right.
Will I ever be myself?
Will I ever find myself again?

There are a million ways to go, so take your pick;
One is redemption and the other arsenic.
But the hardest way to go is when you slowly die,
So if I’m checking out,
Thanks for the ride,
Hey, thanks for the ride,
Thanks for the ride.
©Eric Saitz

I wrote and recorded the whole thing today. That never happens. If Dave were still around, I’d do a celebratory shot of JD with him. I feel like he’s here with me tonight in spirit, and I think he would have liked this one.

Peace,  

Eric