There was a time when I was strong but that was long ago I made so many plans and un-compromised demands all my ducks missed their rows I felt like a carney juggling so much I about lost my mind Found no connection and misread directions I was beginning to go blind I want to go where distraction is a sin Nothing's required at the don't drop inn Mood swing shifting high and low without a warning or a sign Ears keep ringing from self doubt singing the saddest song in slow time I lust for praise I can't get enough oh how it makes me smile Found no restrictions for my convictions and I've been searching for a while I'm lost for words and I can't explain what I don't understand I've nothing to show and all I got left to throw are these stones in my hand There is one thing that I got to bring This glorified hobby on a broken wing There is a place where shadiness wins Just bring your baggage to the don't drop inn