For brief moments, you can try to convince yourself that your trials are just means to a better end. Sometimes that works out.
lyrics
Im gonna cast my lines behind into the ponds of time
Oh how slow go the days
Don’t you worry son, we’re gonna catch you one
Before the sun falls away
We’re gonna lace up
We’re gonna march on
Over those mountains Appalachian
Into a bed of roses and a warm body
One day you will be free
Don’t you mourn her ghost for she now sees the host
Shes passed through pearly gates
Shes every stepping stone across the rivers we’ve gone
Ramblin’ cross the states
We’re gonna lace up
We’re gonna paddle on
Over the great lake Michigan
Into a bed of roses and a warm body
We’re lost in the jungle of the big city
This Life’s like a knife you’ve got to cut yourself deep
But one day I promise you will be free
credits
from The Hornbook,
released June 30, 2011
Seth Tillinghast - Drums
Peter Mollica - Everything else
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022