One-Stop, Folk acoustic, Medium tempo, emotional, sad, moody, lonely, introspective, personal, intimate, organic, building, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, percussion, bass, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, United States
Deep inhaled his time, wouldnt take a breath for granted
Like a stature in a cave, a memory lost dark and aged
That age has found him, so helpless with a might as well be dead
The darkness surrounds him, so helpless and I know what he wouldve said
Dont pull me up from my grave, apart from the door I never see
Whats keeping me in my head, heartless and cold my enemy
Hold my kin and heed my will
And have a drink for me, Ive had my fill
She forgot my name, but she calls me handsome
Mother of my mother keep us, your back is bent and grievous
Well that age has found her, oh shes so helpless with a might as well be dead
The darkness surrounds her, so helpless and I know what she wouldve said