I know it wasn't getting any easier fighting to keep the house.
But short ladder flights and the E.R.were reasons to let it get away,
but that pride wouldn't get away from you.
It's a story of brick and mortar taken weekly from round the corner.
It's the cracks in the concrete of our skin as the lessons set in.
A book for blue jackets, your stories of war, bent rusty nails on the floor.
I still hold onto the tones of your voice singing
'what are we waiting on' and 'fire down below.'
The history was lost on me as a kid but crept in my bones.
I don’t need the promise of a ghost.
A hand on my shoulder…
I don’t need the promise of a ghost.
So everyone’s divided. They argue over 'who is owed what' these days.
We all have ways of dealing but Jesus Christ there has got to be some better way
I sit on the back porch singing
'what are we waiting on' and 'fire down below.'
The history passed on to me as a kid, it crept in my bones.
I still hold onto the sound of your voice.
credits
from Now Tom. Now!,
released October 9, 2012
All music and lyrics by The Hideout.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jay Maas from Getaway Recording at The Office Recording Studio with assistance from Mike Moschetto.
Except where otherwise noted, content of the music album "Now Tom. Now!" is licensed under a creative commons attribution 3.0 License.
Dennis (guitarist/signer of the hideout) and his father in law Andy do weird fun folk and somehow convince other people to be part of it. As 2020 as it gets. The Hideout