Watched water rolling over the dam
Gone, gone, gone
Burned bridges downstream both of us
Wrong, wrong, wrong
Leaves drifting on a current
Pulled along, pulled apart
Direction predetermined
Still we don’t know where we are
Chorus:
We stared into the sun too long
Straight up, high noon
Now we’re bright-blinded, stumbling
Taking a run at the moon
Soles worn thin on our shoes
Broken road
Don’t know which way to turn
Still we go
Can’t remember where we started
There’s no telling where it ends
Nothing round here looks familiar
Even though it’s where we’ve been
Chorus
Those strings that tied us down have all
Come undone
We’re lucky or we’re lost
Never sure which one
We’re traveling in circles
Still there’s no going back again
We finally found our way to nowhere
Just as the dark comes slipping in
Hiss Golden Messenger transforms from a solo songwriter to a full-band on a record benefiting Durham Public Schools. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2020
This album speaks to the continuum of African diasporic culture that is central to the vibrant canon of Americana folk music. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 29, 2020