Looking way back when I could dream
Anything seemed possible, but I grew into some machine
With gears and bolts for brains, those dreams went down the drain
If it all made perfect sense
Then we’d all be crowing about our happiness
I guess it takes a little work to erase away the hurt
Oh, I can’t lose hope
Oh, but I feel like a fool when I reach out for that rope
I’m just a mass of nerves and bones
Brittle as I break apart from every stick and every stone
But all these cracks will fade, and I won’t be so afraid
I can see it all laid out before me
Scattered out like fragments of some optimistic morning
I can’t make my peace with it, and I can’t make the pieces fit
Oh, it’s not so hard
Oh, but I can’t win the game if I give up before it even starts
I’ve got my back against the wall
But I can feel it back me up as I brace myself to accept it all
I’ll gather up my hope, and reach out for that rope
credits
from Getaway Driver,
released October 30, 2015
Jeremy Nash - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar
Ray Rizzo - Drums, Percussion
Bryan Percivall - Electric Bass
Dominic Fallacaro - Piano, Organ
Tommy Bohlen - Pedal Steel
Jamie Bendell - Backing Vocals
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