I once heard an old man say,
It's not what you are but what you ain't.
That will keep you up at night,
And break your heart when you awake.
And I saw your plea of shame,
Why's the world full of so much pain,
Well it might seem that way,
But you know it's not always the case.
Because in between the rivers of blood,
Sometimes you get a break.
So do something beautiful,
And try to find your place because.
You've got to hold on,
While you can,
Find someone to treat you right,
And take love by the hand.
You've got to hold on,
While you can,
The gates of hell may open wide,
But all that matters child is where you stand.
Seven daggers from seven thieves,
Pierced my father in the street.
And his blood came quick and clean,
Rubies shining on the seats.
Of the car where he died,
As I watched the shadows leave his eyes.
And he couldn't speak,
But I think I knew his mind.
Watch over your mother son,
And long may you run because.
You've got to hold on,
While you can,
Find someone to treat you right,
And take love by the hand.
You've got to hold on,
While you can,
The gates of hell may open wide,
But all that matters child is where you stand.
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022