I'm working on a record and here is one of the songs:
I'm shooting to have the full-length done towards the end of the year. We're about halfway there.
The lyrics go like this:
Turning down the demons is
our first stop in making sense
of all this dirt.
Last weekend by the lake you tried
to give your away clothes, your wires.
You said, "It's all dirt.
"It's only a matter of time
before they take all this junk,
all this waste to the street in black plastic bags.
"Please take these things away from me
while I have breath and my heart beats
and i can see them off.
The air was thick
the colors were bright
in 1950 I made her my bride
They all showed up to see us off.
"I shaved my face, put on a tie,
stuck out my thumb,
and talked my way across the country
just to spend some time getting warm under your light.
"Silver dollars marked the day
The foundation was laid,
but now there's handprints and concrete holes
in the home that you've grown.
"Your leather suitcase full of holes,
fill it up with these old stones.
I've never met a stranger
but my mind's inclined to roam.
I'm sorry if my eyes go dim
while we peel pages and talk current events,
but I'm so tied up trying to follow her home."