standing in the iron of a railroad bridge
a trail of cold mud, a moonlit ridge
but the falling snow will keep it all hid
a bad memory whatever we did
just kids in trouble trying to make it look right
but the deal's been changed, glory denied
go cry to mommy, go rot on the vine
go take your tiny hammers to the coconut mines
take that mess and remember it right
the whole foul anthem, sing it in the light
bring me in , don't leave us here to lie
in the storm's blind eye
I saw you win like everyone else
it rang through the city like a stolen brass bell
all this time and you're still the same
you take all of the pride and none of the shame
you might be forgiven if you bothered to ask
a dime of redemption won't settle the past
when it's written , official and understood
despite all of our cruelty the living was good
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020