Dear lady
Of the wooden pines
Why are you still singing
In those dreams of mine?
I'm stuck in the prison
Of the Woodstock nation
Always leaning on
The rock n' roll station
Now the rain keeps falling
And I feel like home
I'm floating on an island
And 'round the stepping stones
If you could hear me
Hear what I have to say
The stranger in me
Is having a great day
Sometimes I imagine
You sitting here with me
I play for you all night
The rest is history
Those visions are in tune
My love starts to bloom
And nothing else can break
What ended much too soon
Are you in an airplane?
Are you climbing on a hill?
Can you read in my voice
There's something missing still?
I'm not trying to stop you
I just want you to care
And I'm lending you my heart
So you can take him there
Whenever I go back
On that wooden pines street
The music in my head
Brings blood to my cheeks
I may still have to use you
For maybe a song or two
But sooner or later
I will make it through
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020