I've been searching my life over for some middle ground
Too much fun or not enough is all I've ever found
Only until lately, since she started coming 'round
This fire in my heart has turned my world upside down
She's tearing up the honky tonks, but takes it all in stride
'cause some nights you will find her painting by the riverside
She's paints the colours of her dreams, then a portrait of a clown
who waits here on this bar stool for her to paint the town.
She's somewhere between heaven and a child
Her heart's made of gold, but her spirit is running wild
She reels me in 'til I can almost taste paradise
then casts me away into a lake full of ice
Now here we are again like every time before
She sways in my arm across the hardwood floor
Now she's gone, it's closing time, but I'm still in denial
that in her eyes I am nothing more than a child
Stark, folk-derived songs built on brittle acoustic guitars that conjure the image of a fire burning in the distance on a dark night. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2022