You ask me for an answer
It’s something I can’t give
But if I were a gambling man
I’d say that I’ll soon be bereaved
And everybody wants to be something
They can’t ever be
Everybody wants to know something
They can’t ever feel
It’s a foregone conclusion
You’re gonna leave me in the fall
When the wicked winds grown strong
When the seasons change and the leaves turn
I’ll watch as all of our hopes and dreams burn
And I’ll turn heavy on the bottle
To ease my troubled mind
I won’t want to leave the house
I’ll see your face in crowds all the time
It’s a foregone conclusion
Our love will ebb like the high of a purchase
And we’ll go looking for some new heights
Anything for a brief respite
From the monotony of our lives
And we’ll buy things and watch things and try things
And we’ll lie awake in the dead of the night
Knowing we’re just as empty
As the great black ocean of sky
Bright and skipping songs that foreground the sound of the banjo and fingerstyle guitar in music that feels timeless. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2020