I try to keep my mind on the sunny side of the street
but my feet they creep
can't seem to keep my tracks on a solid path
toes grabbing nothing but sand
hand full of slivers, shiver me timbers
pull that schtick, bust a gut until it heave ho
a ragged melody
wearing out my body
dressing up the blues
stomping out that heartache
wearing out my dancing shoes
birds of a feather form cozy formations
I'm flying solo got a futzy inner magnet
flight path erratic, head full of static
this is the only life, grab it
we are corpses projecting from the grave
we get one trip around the flame
until we hit that light and say goodnight
I can smell my wings singe every time I wave goodbye
credits
from Weekly Song Project v3,
track released July 11, 2017
Jonathan Burks - voice and guitar
Didier Leplae - guitar
Nathan Kilen - drums
Dave Cusma - tuba