I woke up in Waukesha, It was ten degrees
Oh well, Chicago it burned at my knees
All of my honor I left on train
All of my innocence or what remains
All of my journeys I wrote down as “art”
All of them over before they start
As we passed your Osage yard
Do you think we know so much more, more than we are
We ran all day, and we fought all night
You said I need to find a place where we can both be right
Give me time and I’ll tell you how I fell for your boy named Jesus Christ
Was I a fool for chasing you so far that night
Oh your squinting eyes in your quincy loft’s gone dark
But I still feel your light
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016