we re growing less and less alike you in the suit you on the bike are your intentions pure or sundry did you find the fountain are you still hungry me i got a light i like to shine when certain happenings are mine but it s hard to keep a steady rhyme on a busking beggar s drink and dime we re turning corners we re turning mean we re busy working on rube goldberg machines ain t nothing perfect we do alright we pick a road and take it home tonight the church bell doesn t miss a chime your mortal feet must keep the time so it s hard to keep an open mind to all the things you left behind we re turning corners we re turning mean we re busy working on rube goldberg machines ain t nothing perfect we do alright we pick a road and take it home tonight take it home tonight take it home
['lexington ky indie', 'retro soul']