Plastic bags and things that suffocate
Fill my room with what I'll never need
And I'll try hard to fill the part you lost in the earthquake
He said "I'm sorry, I'll be back Monday"
My shoes keep breaking in these dirty streets
With each step I think of my poor feet
And how they ran on hot, hot sand to meet you halfway there
I said "I'm sorry, I'll be faster dear"
All alone in a subway car
I scream your name in vain until my throat is raw
Jealousy slips through the cracks in New York heat
Like roaches, rats, and poverty
I swear I'll never try again- I'm leaving in the fall
I could've sworn I'd torn through all your sheets
Ripping noises drowned in thick dense heat
But Cold Fronts came and washed away what's left of his disease
He said "I'm sorry, I think I need the sea"
I saw her touch your arm and felt the heat
Hit me in the face as I walked to the street
Fire hydrants spew the sounds I can't manage to make
He said "I'm sorry, don't know how to fake"
All alone in a subway car
I scream your name in vain until my throat is raw
Jealousy slips through the cracks in New York heat
Like roaches, rats, and poverty
I swear I'll never try again
Don't think I won't try again
I swear I'll never lie again- I'm leaving in the fall
Julien Baker is an acquired taste - assuming of course you’ve acquired great taste in singer songwriters… beautiful, devastating, honest, insightful… I’ve not heard a single song of hers that hasn’t left me in absolute awe. crisbroadhurst
A re-envisioning of Tony Rice's classic album "Church Street Blues" from Brooklyn progressive bluegrass quartet Punch Brothers. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 19, 2022