sometimes at night a train shakes the window im already awake and wet im saying old words over and over im clutching my chest hoping to recover 30 years old take control hard on myself taking its toll 30 years old freezing cold squinting my eyes sight to behold when my wife asks how was time with your dear old friend my head starts spinning im hearing my voice reciting verses i learned as a boy 30 years old tale well told full of myself watch it unfold 30 years old dont miss the boat plenty of time to comb through the words in 1939 a man tried to see god at least once every minute his eyes were shining he kept turning around to check was was behind him what was that flash even in his own eyelash he read a love song
['charlottesville indie', 'indie folk', 'indiecoustica', 'new americana', 'pop folk']