"Conestoga Wagon" lyrics

They call a lot, and I must sound like a broken record
'Cause this is not what I imagined twenty-three would
Be like for me, all heaviness behind the eyelids
Asleep at 8, just waiting for the time to pick me up
Up, up

I want good news so desperately I'd lose a finger
But I can't lose, so everything will have to linger
And life is near, but it stretches far in both directions
And I'm still here, oh, I have to remember

I'm still here, I'm still around
I tried to live, but living's loud
I wake up tall, and I fall short
But I'm still here, and there's still more

I think of you and I think of things I forgot happened
A field trip to an old blue conestoga wagon
Feels like today, like I just learned how to stay quiet
What can I say to change the way our history's lining up?
Up, up

'Cause I'm still here, I'm still around
I tried to live, but living's loud
I wake up tall, and I fall short
But I'm still here, and there's still more