We should have gone home hours ago,
But nothing ever goes according to plan.
They say nothing good happens this late,
But we're hoping to make an honest mistake.
Those seven drinks must have gone to his head
And into your mouth on his tongue.
Please little girl, don't swallow that poison it kills.
You left your fingerprints all over her skin,
But no one will find clues they're not looking for.
You'd give it all up for a morsel of bread,
Oh, you'd give up your seat at the wedding feast.
These forty days and nights in this place feel so long
When you're here and you've forgotten why.
We're prodigal sons getting drunk on the blood and the wine.
Our destination's always just out of sight,
So we keep looking back at the banks of the Nile.
But is it worth to turn back around,
When the end of the road might be just a few miles?
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020
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