Gotta fly away
Been counting down the days
Now it's 3-2-1 I'm waiting for the sun to go
Down
Off into the night
The wagon moves best in the blue moonlight
Never could have known
Did they really even care?
Too late
Now I'm headed west in the warm night air
Say goodbye to July
Her eyes gave it one last try
For the little green town with the little green glow
Slowed me down some, but I had to say
No
She saw it coming soon
She saw me looking at the moon
Where the sliver on the left said time for me to
Go
So you go your way and I'll go mine
When I find your face down the line
I will give you everything I have
'cuz I've got all I need
I've got the streets
In my hands
Eighty-five days and it's all getting stale
Now I'm up against the sea and
You know what it takes to set sail
I'm already running late
Shaking off venom from a little blond snake
World in here hands and they're falling at her feet
But I'm the one getting the smile and the bright blue
Eyes
Why? Maybe she knows
I'm never gonna let my name end here on a stone
Yeah it's all gonna pass 'til my spirit sets sail for the one true
home
and my
bones
getting picked clean on a road in a distant land by a sly like-minded
crow
You go your way and I'll go mine
When I find your face down the line
I will give you everything I have
'cuz I've got all I need
I've put it all
in His hands
Throwing softness and subtlety to the wind, Stockholm's Lowrider raze a molten, stoner-rock warpath, all fuzzy riffs and percussive grit. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020