The foolish and the brave will give the same advice
Leap before you look anywhere
And they’re probably right, or at least are excitedly dumb
Delusion is a pretty nice paradise
But you pay the price when you come to
But the tickets are cheap and the fall isn’t steep when you’re young
So how did I get here?
Surprised, surprised am I
Beginning to feel fear for that distant mistress: time
How do I look? How do sound? Cause I know that I’ll only be here til I ask again…
“How did I get here? “
The sturdiest of ground will still give way
If the frequency lines up right
And the footing you choose or the size of your shoes won’t change that
The thirtieth around the corner any day
Creeping up, try as I might
There’s a chance I could lose all the circular blues that I’ve had
It’s true that nothing ever lasts
It’s true, the green fades off the grass
The future’s soon the past
But it’s nice to stop and ask
credits
from Trace,
released July 1, 2009
Tim Blane- Guitar, Vocals
James Williams- Drums
Reuben Cainer- Bass
Paul Wolstencroft- Keys
Adam Tressler- Guitar
James Casey- Sax, Vocals
Matt Owens- Trumpet
Derrick White- Trombone
Chris Keup- Producer
Stewart Myers- Producer, Engineer
Jeff Lipton- Mastering
Maria Rice- Assistant Mastering Engineer