"December" Lyrics

Another year it came and went.
And now we're all back here again,
Telling tales about what changed,
Not very much - barely enough,
To warrant some beer,
To solicit some cheer,
To be with the ones we hold dear,

Here at home,
The place where we were grown,
We set out on our own,
Just to come back here,
Every year at this time,
At home.

Tell me how you've been,
It's been a while,
Or not that long at all,
Since that fall,
Not fall as in autumn talking 'bout when I ate the ground,
Do you remember that time in your parents' closet,
When we both lost it,
Funny how much changed since then,
Now we're only friends,
Sitting with each other's loved ones,

Although it's cold and grey,
I wish that we could all stay,
But when winter fades away,
We'll all have to go our separate ways,
Away from home.

"I Won't Give Up On You" Lyrics

You ask me why I let you in,
Through the rain and back again,
Everyone deserves a second chance,
In that moment, you told me lies,
Saw the back of your head through your eyes,
Now in them I only see your tears,
And you make me want to be stronger before,
The world's allowed to break you down and conquer you more.

I won't give up on you,
Even if I wanted to,
Everything I am is rooted in the things that you do,
And I won't give up on you.

We recite these hollow prose,
Dance around the lightning bolts,
We land back in a place that feels 'like new',
And in that calm collect,
We've absolved the other's debt,
And everything is right as it can be,
With you, your body makes my heart beat with haste,
Way too, many defeats that led to victories to waste.

You and I are from a very humble place,
We're not the type of people that we couldn't both replace,
But you're the only link to myself at a younger age,
If we were to part, that's part of me I never could reclaim.

 

"Santa Fe Sunrise" Lyrics

Red sun rising,
Very striking,
Against a turquoise sky,
Like a stranger,
Morning lingers,
As suits and coffee pass me by,
Unaware of my position,
The sun just glistens,
Distorting time and space,
As cactus cuts my face.

Like a Santa Fe sunrise,
Fresh air and bright lights,
And the red of my eyes,
With blue inside,
Is like the inverse of the skies.

And it's been such a long time,
Counting boxes on trains,
I met an angel from Amarillo,
She left the way she came,
I'm a victim of the night,
A Sunday morning threat,
This hangs over my head,

Like a Santa Fe sunrise,
Fresh air and bright lights,
And the red of my eyes,
With blue inside,
Is like the inverse of the skies.
Like a Santa Fe sunrise,
But there's an ache in my head,
Like a Santa Fe sunrise,
But I'm standing in Gallup instead.

I don't know how I ever got here - this near,
Like an alien who's trying to find his way,
To space.

It's like being at the right place at the right time,
Seeing something beautiful,
And having to pay it no mind.

Like a Santa Fe sunrise,
But there's an ache in my head,
Like a Santa Fe sunrise,
But I'm standing in Roswell instead.

Nashville #1

A year in, and I'm still pretty fresh-faced to the Nashville scene. This town just feels like any small town, but with an export large enough for the world. Since arriving, I've had the absolute privilege of surrounding myself with some great folks.

Making records with Randy Kohrs, Tim Crouch, Tommy White, Jay Weaver, and Josh Shilling (amongst several others) is a thrill I could equate to nothing. The only thing vaster than their session experience is their ability to play their respective instruments. These cats are killers, yet they're never malicious. Frankly, they don't have to be.

And that's what I've been up to.

Thank you for stopping by and supporting my musical exploits. More to come...