spent this evening working on a new song. not sure about this one, but i never am about any song right away. this one is untitled currently, and still in it's infancy.
the haze of the steam on the sidewalk,
and the white-out of the storm up ahead,
none of it ever really went away,
but i'll write down what it said,
the sound of the war up above you,
and the groan of the day you can't get past,
none of it ever really went away,
and it seems to be going nowhere fast,
the lust for those wheels to be a-turnin',
and the great wherever that you'll never find,
none of it ever really went away,
but brother you've lost your mind,
that chain, it's been bound to keep you here,
and that voice that's been chasing you around,
none of it ever really went away,
but i know where they won't be found,
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