we heard the rain against the windows and knew we were finally back home. we were missing our families but exited to start our own. so, we just kept rolling the dice and hell sometimes you get sent back to the start. but you never stop playing just dust yourself off and keep pace with your own heart.
now I’m staring at the flicker of a backlit screen as I pull out of a garage. another 80 hour work week alone in this city with these songs. remembering the memories as that’s all now they’ll ever or can be. if I can’t see so far as to trace back the dreams will you help me with where to start
cause we used to coruscate like that snow in our old home town. a local warming has dried the plains, now blank slates and empty crowds. so, we’ll just keep rolling the dice cause hell sometimes you end at the start. but we’ll never stop playing, these scars are just reminders to keep pace with your own heart.
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023