red doors line the avenue like little kids line tin cans on a log
and i know what i'm supposed to do
breathe it in "boy, aim where you belong"
months of pain and moving make it slow
when liars and lawyers claim to know it all
with wisdom they say that it's time enough to close
look at that painting we hung up on the wall
where would we go
fennel in the soil and the scent keeps me allured
rose bushes in the weeds splitting shins like tiny swords
digging at the roots crusted mud on little toes
where would we go
appalachain mountain or a blue ridge fireside
i couldn't trade my yellow rose for what i've named a better life
time is the only balance and the weight is what it shows
and i don't fucking know
where would we go
i don't know if it will end and i don't think i care to see
but i pray it won't depend on what i do or don't believe
the fire ring is cold and the moon is dying out
and i have buried my dreams along with all my doubts
where would we go
Delicately constructed, understatedly intricate, and profoundly moving folk music from Scottish singer-songwriter Stephen McAll. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2021
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