I am out of tune and you’re out of time,
A match has been struck and thrown to the sun.
Raven-black umbrella hides your eyes,
From everyone else’s rainy-day lives.
You will be young Caulfield until the end,
Giving two stars to low-lit terminal bars.
Those days that don’t end on well-shaded streets,
Perched on a trestle edge with dangling feet.
Thinking back on it becomes a bit hazy.
We were there long before it all went crazy.
Staring out windows, drifting and dreaming
Breaking all the windows of that house on the hill
I am out of line and you’re out of step,
One of these days I’ll turn all your lights on.
Empty winding roads are lined with eyes,
New England blues under vermilion sky.
Winter night moves in with a blanket of white,
Hot on the heels of everyone that I know.
Those days that don’t end on well-shaded streets,
Perched on a trestle edge with dangling feet.
Thinking back on it becomes a bit hazy.
We were there long before it all went crazy.
Staring out windows, drifting and dreaming
Breaking all the windows of that house on the hill
October disguise
December demise
I guess this is when our heroes begin to die,
In the sunburned mind of an August high.
I know I should have met you much later in life,
History takes the wheel and veers to the right.
credits
from Down to My Last Million,
released January 26, 2019
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Trevor Smith: vocals, electric guitar (6-string and 12-string), nylon-string acoustic guitar, bass, Fender Bass VI, grand piano, kalimba, percussion
Peter Himmer: drum kit, vibraphone, dumbek, shaker
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