I was written in Maine, ow I'm nothing without providence. Holding out for the real thing, you could traverse my hearts terrain. This ain't the last red light, you're not dying at a desk. It's only the interim. We play by the old rules, all the comfort somehow makes it right. I never knew the choice was mine, just can't let it go for the 100th time.
credits
from Not The Same,
track released November 23, 2015
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024