Up, up above.
The place we’re all looking
and thinking of.
Down, down below.
We don’t want to look,
we don’t want to go.
You, on the road.
Nobody hitches a ride any more.
Me, in my place.
Living a life without
leaving a trace.
You had
all that time.
It would be years
before the next hour chimed.
Me, facing down.
Reading a message
as the sky turns brown.
Me, on the road.
Nobody picks up a ride any more.
You, in your place.
Leaving a life without
living a trace.
Didn’t want to know
that it could be that way.
And the one time mama
you could only say,
"I watched from the sky,
I fought from the wall,"
and I looked at your eyes
and I knew it all.
Hey, hey
You, on the road,
nobody hitches a ride any more.
Me, in my place.
Living a life without
leaving a trace.
Me, on the road,
nobody picks up a ride any more.
You, in your place.
Leaving a life without
living a trace.
Up, up above
the place we’re all looking
and thinking of.
Down, down below.
We don’t want to look,
we don’t want to go.
The home-recorded new LP from surrounds oaky acoustic guitars with wreaths of violin for a full on ’70s California vibe. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 6, 2022