if i could go and feel no sorrow i am just like a smoking volcano in my head if i could adjust and have no trouble her heart was like an empty pebble in her chest i spoke her name on a mountain of flowers but it became a question of needing a ladder for my reach i saw her running like a sweet morning vision upon the ruins of my stolen perception of her mind bring me something new that i dont have to make up im sick of seeing how the world has changed us and i cant explain what there was between us if i could lose my deepest confusions i would be rid of my sweetest delusions about her now but i know life is like riding a bicycle up on the handlebars its a never ending struggle to stay on top bring me something new that i dont have to make up im sick of seeing how the world has changed us and i cant explain i cant explain what there was between us she is my sweet sweet morning vision sweet sweet morning vision sweet sweet morning vision sweet sweet morning vision in my head bring me something new that i dont have to make up im sick of seeing how the world has changed us and i cant explain i cant explain i cant explain what there was bring me something new that i dont have to make up im sick of seeing how the world has changed us and i cant explain i cant explain what there was between us
['deep new americana', 'neo-traditional bluegrass']