Hello old friend
I’m back again
Wondering/Wandering
When this will end
Familiar streets
Familiar skies
A hall of mirrors
Packed with lies
The passing tones of waves deliver
Ice cold blasts from off the river
As wave-like winds toss me about
I gasp for air but go without
An anchor chains me to this place
Nailed to a cross that pierces space
A setting sun illuminates
The scars of time upon my face
I mourn the lost souls of Broad Street
Young and dumb and getting numb on Broad Street
Finding salvation through intoxication on Broad Street
Happy hours always end on Broad Street
I checked my mind
At the door
My heart feels less
Than before
Changed your room
Changed your view
Changed all the things
I thought I knew
The passing tones of waves deliver
Ice cold blasts from off the river
As wave-like winds toss me about
I gasp for air but go without
An anchor chains me to this place
Nailed to a cross that pierces space
A setting sun illuminates
The scars of time upon my face
I mourn the lost souls of Broad Street
Young and dumb and getting numb on Broad Street
Finding salvation through intoxication on Broad Street
Happy hours always end on Broad Street
An ambitious pop song cycle about human loneliness and fear, thick with harmonies and buoyed by tight musicianship. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 27, 2018