Fewer Shoulders
I’m still waiting for the call to lead me from my door
But the call is waiting for me to show something more
To prove I’ve earned the things I swear I’m fighting for

But as the years get older
there’s far fewer shoulders
for me to cry upon
but it’s still the same
there’s no one else to blame
so I shout out names
hoping someone will claim my fate

It seems this mediocrity has gotten the best of me
And brought me to my knees
I need an Oberst of meaning to keep me singing