This one's tricky for me, honestly. It's been a hard couple of years as a guitar instructor in COVID, and money's been real hard. I guess I'm working through some feelings I've got for my partner in this one.
I had drawn a map before you
And our path was clear
Countless miles rolled by on interstate lines
Our mistakes to our rear,
But I couldn't know.
I couldn't know
We'd be locked inside our box upon that brotherly city,
All the paper at our feet turned out so sticky.
Trapped in those little rooms we learned to feed one another
And the space we'd need so we would not smother,
And as far as a trap can go
Well, ours could have been a studio
It took a little while, but now we've clawed our way out
We had left behind a garden, now we're starting with a sprout
And I don't know anymore how I would make it through a drought
But this close to the edge there isn't any room for doubt
And now you're cryin' on the phone,
"This situation's gotten out of hand."
I didn't mean it, don't you understand?
This was just a back-up plan
But now I'm movin' forward,
Play things as they land
You can take me as I am,
Or leave me here exactly as I stand.
I won't bend to yet another hand.
I need time to grow
And time keeps on moving forward.
Time keeps us moving forward.
Well, I've been watching us
Oh and I've been wondering
Are we close enough?
Can I trust in something
Or will I be crushed?
Baby are we close enough?
@mattoxic Mar 2022
Great lyrics and delivery.
The soft picked guitar then into the strumming is a really effective build up. Lots of light and dark. I enjoyed listening to this.