A whiter evening
For goodness's sake
The grand Finale
Has a second take
Those senseless feelings
The ones I did recall
Where never meant
To last until the Fall
Loneliness is tough
But craziness is worse
I ask myself
Can I call this a curse?
The thief is still out there
I see him everywhere
Walking around
With the shoes I should wear
When I awoke that morning
The bedroom it was bare
Obstructed by
A very strange affair
There were no pills, no nothing
My eyes couldn't believe
I blinked once or twice
To make sure they weren't freezed
Now the road is pretty wet
My aim is acurate
But the steering wheel
Is out of control
In the attic lays a crowd
And I'm guided by an owl
Making sure
I give enough soul
In the danger house I live in
I climbed up too much steps
But it's out there
That I will take the rest
No icones before you
Ever did something like that
The comfort you rest in
Is really just a trap
So I leave you two alone
I the morning I'll be gone
To the coast of Sante-Fe
Where hippies used to roam
Oh how much I give for a journey?
With the stars of yesterday
Never again
Will I feel so alone
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