Dark waters have talked cement into your socks
Drowning all those adrift in their bay
The weight of their voice chewing over your choice
You’ve been trying to walk this feeling away
But the bridges you burned
Have been waiting their turn
To feed you their ashes with a broken spoon
And you’ll taste every one
With your tarnished silver tongue
Under the spell of that old yellow moon
Judgments you made
Have come around like the blade
Of a sword much too heavy to wield
Crashing down without care
Cutting through all the airs
You put on as your pious shield
Surrender yourself
To the tale you will tell
Of all that you gained by risking the fall
Find yourself surrounded
By the ghost you discounted
And ease your way into the hall
The slashing roots rock on “Out On the Line” always makes its way to the kind of triumphant chorus that quickens the pulse. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2023