I got my window open to let in the cold,
so I can't blame these goosebumps on not wanting to go.
My life is packed in boxes and my shoes don't wanna get clean,
Was gonna buy some new ones anyway.
Gotta write a song that'll make them wanna dance,
Sell it off to people, that I don't even know.
It's a weird thing how it all pans out,
How on it's own it wants to go.
I don't need to be, rich or on TV,
all that going on, someone said it's not for me,
but I guess I'll never know.
My good little brother, he gets back from school.
Takes off his glasses, plans what we're gonna do.
His jokes aren't that funny, but they all work on me,
sometimes what you got is what you need.
Got all the things here that I need,
All the things to keep me from a misery.
Could leave them here, lock the door, throw away the key.
This grass is fine for me, don't need another shade of green.
I don't need to be, rich or on TV,
all that going on, someone said it's not for me,
but I guess I'll never know.
I don't need to be, rich or on TV,
all that going on, someone said it's not for me,
but I guess I'll never know.
credits
from Goldsmoor EP,
released June 20, 2013
Acoustic Guitar, Vocals, Bass, Harmonica: Daniel Greenwood
Drums: Jack Tann
Lead Guitar: Zack Mitchell
Keys: Garrick Wareham
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