I keep wandering about the lay of the land
Wondering about the hills and the rivers in a man
If I'm made up of sky
And the clouds bear my sins
Would it be fair to ponder
How the plains share my skin
Your eyes hold your sadness like tractors wear rust
And if I'm reading you right you're about set to bust
As that slow inching sorrow gets ready to set
I'll see it through to the Rockies ‘fore I turn from the West
I keep wandering about the lay of the land
Wondering how a field runs fallow in a man
To see deluge through to drought
And let my lowlands without
Would be a barren reminder
Of how I shadow my doubts
Your eyes hold your sadness like tractors wear rust
And if I'm reading you right you're about set to bust
As that slow inching sorrow gets ready to set
I'll see it through to the Rockies ‘fore I turn from the West
I keep wandering about the lay of the land
I wonder about the holler that'll swallow up a man
As my shadows lay long
And lead the dusk into dawn
Would I be right to imagine
That we're the same
from now on
credits
from honky/tinker,
released April 19, 2013
Jared Klok: acoustic guitar, vox, electric guitar
Jake Nicoll: vox
Billy Nicoll: cello
Darren Browne: mandolin
Katie Baggs: vox
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023