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released November 15, 2019

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Track Name: I Love You, Mom
(John Mayer is in my stereo)
(John Mayer is in my stereo)
(John Mayer is in my stereo)
(John Mayer is in my stereo)

Helping me arrange and settle in the space
Cheering as I carried up so much heavy weight
Physically present in that emotional time
Moving me into my dorm and saying goodbye

I love you, Mom; you sing the brightest melodies
And you bring harmony to my life
I love you, Mom; I’ll miss you so
Oh, how lively you are when John Mayer is in my stereo

(John Mayer is in my stereo)
(John Mayer is in my stereo)

Keeping me focused and ensuring I unpacked
Everything I needed from my blue duffle bag
My best friend and roommate had his mother too
They were second family to me, and she said adieu

And I said

(Repeat first chorus)

That day was like a quilt, ‘cause we had Room for Squares
While creating notes and filling out the inspection questionnaire
Those chaotic college years, I’d only begun to understand
That music was your peace, and you were my backing band

I love you, Mom and Mom; you sing the brightest melodies
And you bring the harmonies to life
I love you, Mom and Mom; I’ll miss you both
Oh, how lively you are when John Mayer is in…

I love you, Mom and Mom; you sing the brightest melodies
And you bring the harmonies to life
I love you, Mom and Mom; I’ll miss you both
Oh, how lively you are when John Mayer is in...
Oh, how lively you are when John Mayer is in...
Oh, how lively you are when John Mayer is in my stereo

(John Mayer is in my stereo)
(John Mayer is in my stereo)
(John Mayer is in my stereo)
(John Mayer is in my stereo)
Track Name: The Pensacola Light - Remastered
A twenty-second signature separates her from the rest
She can be seen from fifty kilometers in all her radiance
The way she stands so upright in that almost all-black dress
Glorifies the daymark and accentuates her lens

Her stairs are hard but worth it
To catch a glimpse up high
She is the gorgeous girl of the bay
The Pensacola Light

Of forty-six meter stature, winning the hearts of men
She once was taken by soldiers who seized her awesome brilliance
How she’s persevered through the decades and been relit
Signifies her strength, and now she spins electric

Her stairs are hard but worth it
To catch a glimpse up high
She is the gorgeous girl of the bay
The Pensacola Light

Whether the sun is shining or fallen is the night
She focuses on the moment and saves thousands of lives

Her stairs are hard but worth it
To catch a glimpse up high
She is the gorgeous girl of the bay
The Pensacola Light

Her stairs are hard but worth it
To catch a glimpse up high
She is the gorgeous girl of the bay
The Pensacola Light
Track Name: His Stuff
In the attic, there’s a shuffleboard
In the attic, there’s a rocking horse
In the attic, there’s a bag of marbles
In the attic, there’s a bunch of novels

As long as I put it back up
Dad lets me play with his stuff (stuff, stuff, stuff)

In the attic, there’s a bow and arrow
In the attic, there’s a civil war soldier toy
In the attic, there’s a box of pennies
In the attic, there’s a monochrome TV

As long as I put it back up
Dad lets me play with his stuff
Dad lets me play with his stuff (stuff, stuff, stuff)

I’m rolling marbles on the floor
All around me on the floor
I’m rolling marbles on the floor
All around me

I’m rolling marbles on the floor
All around me on the floor
I’m rolling marbles on the floor
All around me

As long as I put it back up
Dad lets me play with his stuff

As long as I put it back up
Dad lets me play with his stuff
Dad lets me play with his stuff
His stuff, stuff his stuff

I’m rolling marbles on the floor
All around me on the floor
Dad lets me play with his stuff
All around me on the floor

Marbles on the floor
Dad lets me play with his stuff
Stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff
I put it back up
Track Name: The Asterisk Since 1949
At eighteen hundred forty-seven feet
And visible for sixty miles
She's ten thousand pounds of steel
And seventeen thousand five hundred watts

She lights up in many different colors
A shape watching over the city
Illuminated until midnight
Symbolizing the progressive spirit

Of Roanoke, Roanoke
I can see you down below
I love the sight in front of me
I've always wanted to see
The brilliant shining emblem
Atop the mountain standing high
In Roanoke, Roanoke
The asterisk since nineteen forty-nine

In the great big Blue Ridge Parkway
She has a mighty overlook
As the world's largest man-made star
Reposes on the horizon

(Repeat Chorus)

Two thousand feet of neon tubing
Burst into majestic view
Grazing all the clouds above
Barely touching the five sharp points
Track Name: Knows the Way
It was March here when the surveyor came
He was only a boy of sixteen years
And he worked for four
To chart the colonial frontier

His office, on this corner of Cork and Braddock
Still stands today
But that militia colonel moved into a Fort
So he could defend our lives

Cannons cannons, Oh, Loudon
Fired up to keep them at bay
The powder and lead would knock them all dead
It's Washington who knows the way

A statue of that spirited person
Remains firm on display
The cars keep floating by
It's like, that time, is late
Track Name: Newsdealer
Drive by and make the exchange
A little bit of cash and some interchange
My newsdealer sells me a paper
And reminds me about the world

So fast, I just come and go
A moment passes, and I have the info
My personality is that of a feeler
I grasp the columns and am so touched

My newsdealer is a healer
Tiny moments that mean so much
My newsdealer is a healer
“Have a very blessed day. Come again, my friend. It’s all okay.”

When the light doesn’t turn
And I have an extra dime
I roll down my window because
I want to change my life
Track Name: Dr. C
You lift me up like a sea shell
Like a friend you've not heard in years
Although you know the sound of the ocean
And the bloodstream rushing through your ears

You move and turn me with your gentle hands
Admiring my sheen and my tones
And though you've seen me a thousand times
Your curiosity never grows old

And leaning against your ear
Each week or two or three
You see something special inside
Of this washed up human being

You gaze at me like a treasure
And cherish me as one-of-a-kind
While you've walked this shore with many
I'm spectacular in your eyes

You break into song and dance
Gleaming and smiling wide
You find me at the water's edge
And scoop me up in time

The waves come and go so fast
But the rush is yours to keep
'Cause you find joy in the little things
And you've saved me from the deep

You've saved me from the deep
And I'll never go back to that place
And I'll forever know the value I have to you
Because of your face

Because of your face, because of your ears
Because of your gentle hands and your eyes
I know that I'm lucky to someone
That I'm somebody's lucky prize

And more than that, a patient friend
Like you've always been for me
And every time I hold a seashell
I'll be listening
Every time I hold a seashell
I'll be listening
And every time I hold a seashell
I'll be listening, Dr. C
Track Name: Mrs. Edwards
Mrs. Edwards told me stories about her previous life
Catch her in the garden while I was in the yard
Out playing “chase down Midnight”
That cat would run into her flowers
Disappear with magic powers
She’d come out to say, “Hi, Alec!”
She never said my name right
But she probably couldn’t hear
Years of experience wore down her ears

Working in Biltmore as a maid
Getting paid living on the estate
Later got a job teaching at Whitaker
I loved her

I was only three, four or five
I’d go inside when she’d invite
She wanted to show me pictures of her family
They had all grown up, her kids were gone
Moved about on their own
She was alone, but she had me

World Cultures class in Seventh Grade
The days had passed and she had aged
But let me borrow her slideshow for my
Greece project, I said, “You’re the best!”

She got me rabbits and a Spanish guitar
She knew I loved music and animals
But when I got tall, she didn’t seem to come out anymore
Even on Halloween, I kept going to
Her front door, but it looked brand new
Something changed, and I felt so afraid

Mrs. Edwards told me stories about her previous life
Catch her in the garden while I was in the yard
Out playing “chase down Midnight”
Track Name: Bottle Rockets
A stone facade faces the tennis courts
In the upper window on the side of the dorm
Was my dad’s room in college, which sunset brings to life
You can see his ghost
Setting firecrackers off at night

Like bottle rockets
The ones he launched decades ago
Reappear each day
In the afterglow

I am resting at the entrance to the stadium
And here to spectate a specter whom I love
Those dimples must deepen as the radiance careens
Because his smile sparkles
All the way across the street

Like bottle rockets
The ones he launched decades ago
Reappear each day…
Track Name: Lake Water
Music and Lyrics - Alex Koman
Producer - Alex Koman
Instruments - Alex Koman
Vocals - Alex Koman
Recording Engineer - Alex Koman
Mixing Engineer - Alex Koman
Mastering Engineer - Paul M Sammes
Track Name: The Field
Everyone has the feelings
The fight, the battles to overcome
Sometimes we keep score with each other
And we forget how to have fun

Life is about learning to play
With sportsmanship and a good attitude
It only matters if we participate
Not whether we win or whether we lose

The field is there when we feel our elation
The field is there when we feel our dreams crushed
The field is there when we're on the defensive
The field is there for the championship rush

Before the games some kneel and pray
At times we're battered by inclement weather
We know that we can get stuck in the mud
Because even the field won't last forever

But the field is there when we feel our elation
The field is there when we feel our dreams crushed
The field is there when we're on the defensive
The field is there for the championship rush

Sports are our therapy
And the doctor who grounds us
Our constant throughout the years
Everyone goes to the field

'Cause the field is there when we feel our elation
The field is there when we feel our dreams crushed
The field is there when we're on the defensive
The field is there for the championship rush

The field is there when we feel our elation
The field is there when we feel our dreams crushed
The field is there when we're on the defensive
The field is there for the championship rush
Track Name: I Am a Beachcomber
The sound of the shell, pressed to my ear
The bloodstream rushing inside
The colorful conch awakens my soul
On the beach, before the low tide

While ships are roaming the ocean
While sailors are pursuing their fortunes
I have fallen in love
I am a beachcomber showing my devotion

The crash of the waves, bringing new finds
The flutter of my heart skipping beats
The cluster of clamshells, stirs my spirit
By the water, soaking up the sea

While ships are roaming the ocean
While sailors are pursuing their fortunes
I have fallen in love
I am a beachcomber showing my devotion

The voices of those, trickling onto the shore
The circulation of suits in the swells
The calcium carbonate, is in my safekeeping
Over the dunes, bidding the breakers farewell

While ships are roaming the ocean
While sailors are pursuing their fortunes
I have fallen in love
I am a beachcomber showing my devotion
Track Name: Mathematician
We only met so recently
But it’s going more than decently
Our conversations, flowing from the
Start

We both may be developers
But I am not so sure
I might change professions
To professing something more, ‘cause

Hey, Kristen, are you not a mathematician?
I swear you’re doing numbers to my heart...

We’ve only talked online
And approximations do just fine
Words, building anticipation
Computation of flirtations


Hey, Kristen, are you not a mathematician?
I swear you’re doing numbers to my heart
Except for long division, because I have no affliction
With addition and subtraction, but I’m bad at giving fractions of my heart

I give my everything and live for the miniscule
The most important things I never learned in school

Hey, Kristen, are you not a mathematician?
I swear you’re doing numbers to my heart
Except for long division, because I have no affliction
With addition and subtraction, but I’m bad at giving fractions of my heart

Hey, Kristen, are you not a mathematician?
(You can have all of me, you can have the sum of my parts)
I swear you’re doing numbers to my heart
(You can have all of me, you can have the sum of my parts)
Except for long division, because I have no affliction
(You can have all of me, you can have the sum of my parts)
With addition and subtraction, but I’m bad at giving fractions of my heart
(You can have all of me, you can have the sum of my parts)
Track Name: A Tulip Poplar I'm Drawn To
It stands high through the decades
Like a guardian of the centuries
It's covered in moss so green
But alive with vigor

It was planted in 1785
By our first United States president
It's seen so much happen
On the grounds of his home

A tulip poplar
That was planted by Washington
Has lived long since he's been gone
I'm wondering on, wondering on
A tulip poplar I'm drawn to

Piercing between the leaves
The light of this hour is bright
It comes from above directly, about
It's like the man is smiling down

Nearing eleven, what would he have seen
These minutes, lifetimes ago
How did the branches measure in girth
When the rings were scarce inside

(Repeat chorus)

I don't know how they know
Whether or not it's true
But it's an awesome claim that he buried the seed
For the tree before me that grew into
Track Name: Counting Down to Midnight
I have a red rocket ship night light
I plug into the outlet to dispel my fright
And it’s filled with glitter sparkling bright
So I dream of vivid stars and launching into spaceflight

I’m ready for lift-off
I’m counting down to midnight
I’m all tucked into bed
And I’m clinging on tight
I’m ready for lift-off
And I’m counting down to midnight

I have a red rocket ship night light
I plug into the outlet to dispel my fright
And it’s made of plastic, transparent, red and white
So my favorite colors are the last ones in my sight
Track Name: Broken Barn
Abandoned, on the side of the road
The wind picks up, and I’m breathing in memories
Pictures that aren’t mine, from decades left behind
And folks sitting in the chairs by the table upstairs

The red tin roof casts shade over the ghosts
It ain’t raining but I hear the pouring water boast

‘Cause beneath the face of the broken barn
And the weathered wood where the glory stood
There’s a story of a farmer and the seeds he sowed
He conquered the elements to provide for his own
Today, I feel his spirit in the overgrowth

Cars drive by, and boy, they go slow
Still, kicking up the dust and the rust above the window
Tears in my eyes, imagining the times
And the lives of the family who loved this man so

The storms come by and cast shadows on the fields
It ain’t rainin’, but there’s relief here that heals

(Repeat Chorus)

As I go biking down the road
I feel his soul run through my spokes
As I go biking down the road
I feel his soul run through my spokes

As I go biking down the road
I feel his soul run through my spokes
Track Name: Flags
Some are hand-sewn together
Some are made to brave the weather
Some are silk and some are cotton
Some are flown for those forgotten

Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines

Some are spun polyester
Some are planted on the moon
Some are nylon and some are wool
Some are ceremonial

Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines
Track Name: Inside of the Coins I Once Clung To
When I was a little boy
I had a collection of nickels
And the reverses were big and bold

A neoclassical feel
To the touch of my fingers
A greatness I'd proudly hold

I never knew
the man inside
He built a home Clever and fine

Contraptions and pulleys
Visual trickery
Inventions and clocks for the time

At Monticello, I experience the clever
Quirks of a brilliant mind
At Monticello, I experience the clever
Ideas still bursting to life
A complex, intricate, powerful design
A three story house disguised as two
At Monticello, I experience the clever
Inside of the coins I once clung to

It wakes me alive
Its shapes and its skylights
Soft sun shining in

From the octagon room
To the dome and the cellar
The guide is a gripping storyteller

(Repeat Chorus)

In that old, well-worn, metallic picture
I thought the building was even bigger
But that's the illusion, that Jefferson wanted

It took forty years to complete
And was later stamped on currency
I rounded up like no big deal
Track Name: Roszel
It's all the same as it was
The last time that we saw
Each other in the flesh
But now I'm even more bare

Feelings laid out before
And rehashed in my memory
The brink of tears
The precipice of the years
I think I'm falling into

Roszel, Roszel, all the pieces splintered in my mind
You are a beautiful artifact
The great avenue brings me childlike
I remember the shutters and the windows all closed
To the room that gave me respite
The day of the funeral and the flower I drew askew

I'm looking for the fruits in the yard
Hanging from the numerous trees
The battlegrounds of boyhood
Arrowheads and fall leaves

I can see they're having a party
The residents without me
The smoke off a charcoal grill
Pushes me back down the hill, I'm falling

(Repeat chorus)

I'm back at the bottom where life starts again
I never expected to feel so lonely when we reunited
Track Name: I'm in Sky Meadows
I'm watching the rolling hills
boundlessly waving
like a ripple in the tide of endless earth
Green, tall divides
and branches everywhere
I'm nowhere in nature, not at all

I'm one with everything
And the cows charm me with their call
A grasshopper, beside me, visits the fence

I hear children speaking, families in a house
I look behind and no one is there

I'm in Sky Meadows, I'm heavenly refreshed
I wish there were a cloud in the sky
Billowing and breaking, re-forming and shaping pictures that I see in my dreams
It's a crystal clear day and a blue afternoon
It's just a painting away from picture-perfect
I'm in Sky Meadows, it's an unrealistic day
In a real, sacred and very antiquated place

In the barn, there's a vacant one, on the land
I can't see any animals, though I hear them to me beckon

In a great historic place, I wonder who all has seen and knows what has happened here?

I'm turning in to head toward the trees
If I should go for a hike
I think the woods could name me "Forever"
'Cause that is where I'll always be, here, in time

I'm in Sky Meadows, I'm thoroughly restored
I wish there were a cloud in the upside down ocean
A wave that crests and breaks as it shapes the earthen shoreline
It's a bright, blazing day and the sun almost rises
In reverse while it signs off for the day
I'm in Sky Meadows, it's a surreal day
And all the dramatic interpretation unseen

Because in a moment it turns and changes my attitude
It's a moment I won't soon fade in my mind
No brilliance in this head could brighter shine
Nothing is as vivid and as colorful as when

I'm in Sky Meadows, I can hear them all around
The vacant establishment and rolling hills
Creatures once and still sounding out
It's a bright blue day, I'm wondering why
I started out quickly, if so, quite a shame
I'm glad that I came here, though
I'm glad that I came to beautiful Sky Meadows
Leaving without a shadow in my face
Track Name: What I Learned from Travelin' the World (I Don't Care) - Remastered [Explicit]
My mom calls me a “turkey” even though I’m in my thirties
She claims that I’m her baby even if I hate her gravy
My dad calls me a “doof” ‘cause I won’t let him treat my wounds
He claims to be a surgeon, but it gets my stomach churnin’

I don’t care where I go, it only matters who I’m with
I don’t care how you talk, even if your grammar’s shit
I don’t care when we leave, or if we hike or fly
I don’t care if you hurl, this is what I learned from travelin’ the world

My sister used to dress me up in her ballet tutus
She still has the pictures, and I’m not quoting the scriptures
Strangers think I’m gay, it’s not their business who I fuck
If you’re L, G, B, T or Q, they should still love you

I don’t care where I go, it only matters who I’m with
I don’t care how you talk, even if your grammar’s shit
I don’t care when we leave, or if we hike or fly
I don’t care if you hurl, this is what I learned from travelin’

[INSTRUMENTAL]

We took family vacations when my dad had business trips
We went to all the beaches while he gave his speeches
I met hundreds of people of many different kinds
They taught me things don’t matter, just how you spend the time

From Rome, Paris, Istanbul, Madrid, Athens, Nairobi
To Vienna, Edinburgh, London, Quebec City
From Eleuthera, Bermuda, Grand Cayman, Cozumel
It didn’t matter that I went to Hell!

I don’t care where I go, it only matters who I’m with
I don’t care how you talk, even if your grammar’s shit
I don’t care when we leave, or if we hike or fly
I don’t care if you hurl, this is what I learned from travelin’

What I learned from travelin’
What I learned... from travelin’... the world!!!

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