a dying dog can smell the rain a weary horse can hide the pain when the riverbeds dry just hold your tongue folks dig the lies they hang upon here in nashville our best laid plans our patient dreams fell through our hands between the seams when the riverbed s dry keep it all inside grow your hair and hide folks dig the lies
['chamber folk', 'folktronica', 'indie folk', 'new americana', 'rhode island indie', 'stomp and holler']