Lost in the Math

Written and performed by Sean Maloney

Mastered by Anna Fricke

Artwork by Rachel Vogt

Released 2020

Drop lyrics Lost in the math
till all I did add
you would subtract
cooking the books
works something like that

Snow fall and frost and my dreams do exist
when I'm behind the wheel with a lit cigarette
driving farm road ten to lovers lane
a beautiful classmate died on old highway J

the ferry aint there but it was once before
to shuttle the people from shore to shore
atop it rode the Gasconade waters
to the other side to Fredricksburg proper

my family the Johnsons grew there in number
there in the town of Fredricksburg proper
was stone mill for work and baseball for play
and a beautiful classmate died on old highway J

Lost in the math
till all I did add
you would subtract
cooking the books works something like that

Was thinking of something forgot what it was
thats when I looked down and noticed your blood

too fast and unstable down roads we'd wander
cirlcling each other like vultures we hovered
till we got to Texas after passing Lake Charles
where you said to drive on for Colorado

I stopped to consider then noticed the time
four in the morning and both drunk on wine
four in the morning and both drunk on wine
the cars pointed north and were headed for Vail

Lost in the math
till all I did add
you would subtract
cooking the books works something like that

lonesome is easy if you got the dope
cocooned by soft cotton or a watery mote
travelers come visit to peak inside
but the visiting hours aint posted outside

now the horse is late and jokey too
I'm left with the sweats the shakes and the blues
lonesome tugs at my heart again
as I throw up over porcelin

a knock on the door and the junk has arrived
I'm back to myself once the needles inside

yeah, lonesome is easy if you got the dope
just ask my friend I'm sure that he knows
last time I saw him he's laying in a coffin
I know where his grave is but don't visit it often

Lost in the math
till all I did add
you would subtract
cooking the books works something like that

I walk in a field surrounded by grass
gold colored straw that sways as I pass
shadowns play tricks and I play along
I reach in my hat but my rabbit is gone

read me a story
sing me a rhyme
the stars are all out
its bedtime

Lost in the math
till all I did add
you would subtract
cooking the books works something like that

Maybe not wisdom
certainly aint fear
that keeps the road in my vision
and the past in my rear

forward and toward
the next horizon
If you look at my face
you'll notice I'm smiling

times blunt artithmetic boggles my brain
and what it all adds up to nobodys sayin
nobodys sayin as I see the horizen
I look in the rearview and notice I'm smiling

Well, I've done the math
and for all that I add
time will subtract
thats how the house gets its money back

Snowfall and frost and my dreams do exist
when I'm behind the wheel with a cigarette lit