Let's be serious for once

At any given point, I probably have 5-10 unfinished songs banging around my brain, fighting for face time.

Here's the first line of one I wrote on the Metro last summer:

Say goodbye to the sky;
we're going under.

I think it has potential, but there's no reason it shouldn't be longer by now.

My grandfather always says, "Put your hands where your heart is."
Maybe I need to follow his advice.

Priorities, priorities.