I’d say it’s easier to take for granted those names that refer to hollow places than paste more fitting words to them like structure. Almost like sitting birds, they’ll not perch forever. But you’ll pray that they remain as fixtures. They’re notes on staff; the meter moves on. You waste a whole day in bed just counting, while I’m slowly sipping the hours. Whoso drives the ambulance westward won’t know the worth of its tow. No toll on this road is honored, we stole our last ride home. We made it safe to the off-ramp, all moonlit skin as our coats. Yes, we were selfish, but no one deserves this. We’re derelicts in debt to false hope. We hang on for salvation sunrise, as futile as winding the clocks back. A girl I forgot, a door I left locked, then it hits me like eighteen wheels.
credits
from Heliotrope (2011),
released March 1, 2011
w/ Meyer Brown on bass
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