A super old song I wrote for the Class Conscious Kids circa 2008? And then remembered it existed late last night? -rodeo
at the end of the tracks there's a bar named rose, past the three mile line where only travellers go. and we don't sip - we drink, as voices strain, our small talk wonders if the clouds will rain. and when it gets late we all sing along, to the chorused hum of the songs we sung. in these six years i made honest friends, across enemy lines in vulnerable trends. and we spill our stories to who stops by, at the very least we know we try. and then morning comes and they go on their way, back on the road for twelve hour days.
these seconds surpass all that i've known, and I close my eyes, swallowed by their drone. you were off in a corner, sipping soco and sprite, to the steady thumping of an fm light. you were the stars i counted on my way back home, the miles of highway to my heart i'd thrown. and it's two am on every side of town, with my bag packed, i wait for whistle sound. my chest is tight but i lack the emotion, i hold tight your hand and swear devotion. and i opened my eyes and i was all alone, on a fifty three i was heading home.
and i took the train to the end of the tracks, through the snow and wind i found myself fast. past the three mile line where only travellers go, drinking a beer at a bar named rose. and i skipped the talk of sun or rain, and got to the point and didn't feel ashamed. and i dropped my glass on the dusty floor, because i don't need to drink to feel anymore. and as fast as i got here i left this place, because i don't want to live and die this way. your choices are yours but they're mine too, should have told you then pop punk can't save you.
released October 27, 2013
Vocals/Guitar/Bass/Buckets - Rodeo
Vocals - J Nix
Violin - Devon
Banjo - Aiden
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