Oxheart Blues.

I’m over the notion we’re wasting time, we are the infancy of a turning tide.

Down by the back roads

Just watch me try

Feet full of winter

Sun rolling from my eyes

Those were the mornings

You left behind

We were just children

You were just getting by

You paint the seasons

Black and blue and just right

And hold it against us

When rainbows don’t come out right

Why lock the doors up?

Come on and help me hide

If freedom is broken

Screaming out hold on tight

Then show me the reasons

Those hoping eyes

Loosen their grip on

Everything warm and bright

Im over the notion

We’re wasting time

We are the infancy

Of a turning tide

Hold on

Hold on

words by R.D. Thomas