Whitewash

This song is extremely personal, for me in that I think it touches on, perhaps, a sensitive issue of getting sick and what made this song harder to write was that I was wasn't writing it first hand so much as I was writing about this guy whose courage and determination really inspires me. It isn't (for those of you who know me) about Andrew McMahon, but rather about a friend who's pretty close to me, and I thought he'd enjoy hearing something like this, just to help him out.

Walls whiter than the sheets

You're lying on,

And you're constantly waking

With the dawn,

But you know it won't take long

For your escape.

Boy, you've got confidence,

And boy, you've got faith,

And you're dreaming up these things in your head.

And when the marrows burn through,

Your reason, she'll find you,

And you'll be out of that hospital bed.

You wait forever

For the same reply,

And it's one that you've heard

A thousand times.

But you'll be fine,

Yeah, you'll be fine.

Boy, you've got confidence,
And boy, you've got faith,
And you're dreaming up these things in your head.
And when the marrows burn through,
Your reason, she'll find you,
And you'll be out of that hospital bed.

You got your vacation holiday

that feels like your working year.

And the people back home,

How we miss you,

Cos without you life doesn't seem fair.

Boy, you've got confidence,
And boy, you've got faith,
And you're dreaming up these things in your head.
And when the marrows burn through,
Your reason, she'll find you,
And you'll be out of that hospital bed.

Hop that plane whiter than the sheets

You were lying on.

Escape to us once again

On our summer night.

Our best friend,

You'll be fine,

You'll be fine.

Boy, you've got confidence,
And boy, you've got faith,
And you're dreaming up these things in your head.
And when the marrows burn through,
Your reason, she'll find you,
And you'll be out of that hospital bed.

You've got time to rediscover your life,

You've got time to rediscover your faith,

There's nothing to worry about,

Cos you'll get out,

And you know we won't be late.

Boy, you've got confidence,
And boy, you've got faith,
And you're dreaming up these things in your head.
And when the marrows burn through,
Your reason, she'll find you,
And you'll be out of that hospital bed.

And you're in a whitewash...

But you'll be fine,

You'll be fine.

Whitewash...

I wrote this down for him so he could read it, and I know that one day he will - I just hope I'm there to see it.