I wrote this song with a friend about a trip we took to Mexico this summer with our church. It means a lot to me, let me know what you all think.

I penned this song for the ones beneath my feet
The drunkards and the lovers drunk on every word they speak
And I can hear their voices rising up to me
And I can hear their sighs amongst perfect company
Amongst perfect company
Fill their mouths with something sweet
Wine and warmth, respectively
I?m alone enough to be
My own perfect company

I breathe in the ashes of the fire far away
They?ve formed to bones inside me but they could not make me stay
Here on this lonely rooftop, I?ve never been more alone
I love this lonely rooftop, but I miss those back home
I miss those back home
And well, I guess that I have grown
I guess this ash had once been stone
And I think it has, so I suppose
I'll keep missing those back home

I see beneath the moonlit sky some clouds that look like rain
Taxi cabs and bus stops and at least a thousand planes
I bet there?s a girl up there who looks a bit like you
I bet she?s writing songs and I bet she?s lonely, too
I bet she?s lonely, too
I bet her songs are colored blue
To match her eyes? despondent hue
And far below her clicking shoes
Here?s a boy who?s lonely, too

I?m not gonna lie, I didn?t sleep too well last night
The dogs wouldn?t quit their barking, and the streetlight?s far too bright
The baby?s cradle rocks and rolls inside of me
The lovers cradle down there in inverse symmetry
In inverse symmetry
With these children next to me
Why click my heels and count to three?
Would here and home didn?t have to be
Stuck in inverse symmetry

A sight more bittersweet I?ve never seen than this airplane
The dew rolls off like teardrops from these separating panes
It hurts to say, but for now I know I don?t belong
It hurts to leave, but for now not leaving would be wrong
Not leaving would be wrong
Baby, as I sing my song
Maybe you and me and everybody here could come and sing along
And well, I guess I should be gone

You can hear it here: