I walked out and Jack Nicholson was sitting about six feet away, so I avoided that area and I looked up at the balcony in the back and sang the song.

I'm just writing songs about how I feel or about how people I know feel.

Burning every bridge that I cross to find some beautiful place to get lost.

I didnt know how many people knew who Ferdinand was.

He made his life a lie so he might never have to know anyone.

But I was also doing odd jobs around Portland, like spreading gravel and transplanting bamboo trees.

I see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy, the cold comfort of the in-between, a little less than a human being.