was thinking about my restless heart was thinking about my restless heart i don t know what for i m not anxious i m not bored but looking for a brand new start the dream i had it was the same i was sitting on that old westbound train there was a young boy he was selling snake oil he said here take this for the pain i never was one to believe in a quick fix remedy but i ve got no ace up my sleeve took that train to the end of the line through the prairies and through the pines there was a circus car and temptations at the bar and implications to disregard i never was one to believe that being wild was the same as being free oh i guess i ve been that nave was thinking back to our front yard the magnolia in the front yard the spring s coming soon and all its buds are bloomed the colour of my restless heart the flowers in the garden know just how they need to grow they don t get confused they don t need no walking shoes to get where they need to go i never was one to believe that being wild was the same as being free if i ever had an ace up my sleeve it was you
['deep new americana', 'pop folk']