I’ve been in and out of strange cars
Trying to find my baby
And my car has a strange way to start it
But it’s not strange
It’s not a strange car
Everything I own fits in it
What didn’t fit I threw away
I’m learning how to move on a little bit
Where on ramps become interstates
When I head south for the winter
And all the state birds have flown
I’ll be getting used to the tap water
And you’ll be taking the train back home
It’s like biting sweet flesh and throwing out the rind
These parts are ripe and rotten
I’ll sing it one more time…
When I head south for the winter
And all the state birds have flown
I’ll be getting used to the tap water
And you’ll be taking the train back home
Sitting on the porch in my hometown
Chances are I will be driving into town
Sitting on a dock in a lake town
Chances are I won't be making a single sound
Sitting on the roof in a new town
Chances are I will be looking at the skyline downtown
Woozy, rollicking indie rock that's thick and humid, searching vocals set against pealing guitars. Also available on cassette. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2016
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