After all, it's ordinary to feel so all alone
The good things, when they're gone, are so much sweeter
Then, at dusk, we rush to bury past lives in the leaves
Winter comes relieved, so writes the reader
Could it all be arbitrary pieces in their places
That which we erase is nonexistent
If you called me far from every Boston basement show
From your west coast home, that'd be consistent
Now the ocean's open-ended, meteors are meeting
seagulls in a scene, it seems so scripted
How my hope is so offended by the passing lunch rush
If I had a wing then I just clipped it
How to take any number of problems
when you wake sweating in them at midnight
No one ever figured out the rules or if they did
they died before they wrote
After all, it's ordinary to feel so all alone
The good things, when they're gone, are so much sweeter
Then, at dusk, we rush to bury past lives in the leaves
Winter comes relieved, so writes the reader
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