#1
Genre/Indie-folk

making my way up and down laurel avenue
around 6:45, my mind is on my dime

red sunlight peaks through the cracks in broken barn doors
hardly what I'd find, if I kept it all confined

because I wish that I could grab all ahold
of this hardly worn wheel, my hands could start to feel

and I'm working up all of my hard wrought courage
and I'm striking a deal, with anything to make this real

I can't turn but hope to stop myself from looking
scary movies adjust, to their surroundings they must

burning all of my sing a longs to keep myself
warm in preparation, for cold I'll be steeped in

losing my way up and down laurel avenue
meandering back, to where I started at

red sunlight sinks through the cracks in broken barn doors
this is all I wanted, since before I started