Fire trucks sweat on the 4th of July
The parade rolls over, bowls on by
The bees in the trees and the scrapes on our knees
are all that shine in this light
Take in the ivy through the leaded glass
the fading light as all the trees go black
the deepening dark, like the death of a spark
my reflection just staring back
Hallelujah come the top of the hour
Your marigolds in a sumer sun shower
the wind in the wheat and the grass on your feet
is all that shines in this light
Close the stove to make the coals go red
close your ears to hear the rain on your head
scour the hours of these radiant showers
each drop blazing bright
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022