Story Behind the Song
Written shortly after moving to a new town- Age old story leaving friends, family, routine and self behind. Might have taken 10 minutes or so to write- recorded at Hot Tracks Studio on analog in 98.
Lyrics
How could you bury me this way? "Pack up everything", I said unto myself. Just don't slip, and I'll be fine. I'll be fine without all of these hypocrites. How do they get away with this? Reach out with a helping hand, but nothing is free, no nothing in this town. "Before it gets too cold", I thought four months ago. Now it's spring again, and I'm racing for the fire with a fire under my feet. I can't remember, maybe jacket weather, you seem so quiet but you think so loud. I can't remember, maybe you in leather, you look so lost and you feel so found. Honey coated, candy apple, sleep with the windows open, bell-book-and candle I've made my choice. Missing time, missing voice, dreamless sleep. Alienation suffer me. Surprising we made it this far in these months. Feeling kind of dry, can't get back around. Been behind for days. I don't believe my ears, still hard to believe we're really here. It's a four beat circle on a one tone drum. -chorus-
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