Six short years in calm town
Birds in the hand
Go broke for what they teach ya'
So learn what you can
You know I ain't no fool but I cling to
There being more to the low road
"Come in," they said, "Come on in,
The water is fine.
Release your tethered wishes
And I'll blow your mind."
But I admit that my thoughts
Get caught up in the Wolf Trap
Leave me a day for tomorrow
I'll be sure, come tomorrow
Our dreams are heavy
We stare politely
Overwhelmed by aging
And our words and whistles
Come streaming out
As we're changing our plans to match
Those of the ones we love
And they tell me
The two-by-twos are judging you
Considering one
Tradition's web be jealous
Of what you have spun
But I'll tell you the eyes you knew
Whether come to
Passing a beg for a borrow
Strain to see to tomorrow
Our dreams are heavy
We stare politely
Overwhelmed by aging
And our words and whistles
Come streaming out
As we're changing our plans to match
And we prefer to live and let live
We stick to stone backbones
To hold our wandering minds
Within our hands
Don't let the pricks at six
Get us in a fuss
Over color we don't see
We stick to stone backbones
To hold our wandering minds
In the palm of our hands
credits
from Bootleg Royale,
released March 19, 2021
Music and lyrics by Kyle Enneking
Recorded at Easthall Recording in Fayetteville, AR