Your heart’s been beating through your chest
In a war your body hasn’t declared yet
It’s been in conflict a long time
We just don’t call it what it is
You dyed your hair and you slicked it back
Always trying to get yourself
back on the right track
Moving every couple years
To a new city, a new state
But you always find your way back here
Between a rock and a hard place
Sunday dinner at your parents’ house
You were all hyped up on some
unknown kind of speed
Your father gave his old lecture
You fought defensively
You ran out of patience and
you asked me for a ride
Grabbed a duffle bag and
raced off into the night
Sayin’, “This time it’s gonna
be different, man
I got connections up in Michigan
I just gotta find a way outta here
before shit gets weird”
At a Greyhound Station
Waiting on a way out of town
Desperation knows no bounds
On the drive out you were silent
You drank a tall boy from a brown paper bag
We listened to the game on the radio
And stared endlessly out the window
We weren’t bound by surname or blood
But life found a way of making
brothers out of us
“Thanks for the ride, see you soon my friend”
Yeah, that was the last I ever heard from him
And then I watched you disappear
In a rearview mirror
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Will somehow managed to make it sound like the band was playing in an empty bar. Maybe that's what they were going for? (I wouldn't be surprised) luna_m
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024