It’s a hope, it’s a lie.
If it’s the same to you, the same to me - I’ll try.
It’s a wish, it’s a dream.
Though this promise is not as real as it seems.
The last three times were nothing, and I’m still waiting around
I keep running into something, just a bird stuck on the ground.
The warmness of the day has left, the setting of a son.
Like the hard December mornings, just before the cold’s begun.
So laugh and run, and hold my hand that’s calling out for you.
Both together, still, in mornings as a leaf hanging to dew.
There’s gotta be a time for better timing.
Every hope, still a lie.
And every day it seems so hard to go and try.
And this wish, just a dream.
For each night that lays to burst it at the seams.
Take the train into the sunset, fall asleep ‘gainst broken glass.
Slumber through the daylight, just await this life to pass.
The warmness of the day has left, the setting of a son.
Like the hard December mornings, just before the cold’s begun.
So sing along, this symphony that hums a country tune
For to separate in darkness, as a lie echoes the truth.
There’s gotta be a time for better timing.
One of the best local bands I've ever heard. Great friends of ours. I can't tell you how many times I've listened to "Aging Truths". Ferdinand the Bull
This New Haven duo write bright and emotionally resonant folk music where sweeping strings elevate gorgeous melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2021