trying to find the patience in me. why do i hide where i don't like to be. leaving footsteps in the leaves, when i search i am unseen. a moses road of misery through the streets. trying to find the worth of it all. dishpan hands and the fever of fault. calculate all that you can, write your numbers in the sand, when you land you will forget the fall.
all the roads you wanted to take are gone, you're still moving, aren't you.
when did you solve that mystery in you. with tales so tall, are you at all true. when patience came to hand the papers caught you in demand, the graphs all lined the edges of your attitude. i hold the grudge that regret won't drop. will it budge, when will the ticking stop. i'll be in my head again singing books i've never read. could i glean the meaning clean from the plot.
all the names we wanted to take are lost, we're still calling in the wind.
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