And you talk out of turn
The same words return
There is little left
That you have not learned
You’re spilling lines with your wine
Your bidding your time
Your falling in line
With your feet on the ground
And your head in the clouds
You’re startled by sounds
So you walk on the streets
Turn to shadows and speak
It’s buried in words
When your order’s restored
Questions you should implore
Is what you have not learned
What you have not learned
If the same signs emerge
Not to late to discourage
To hell with the crowd
Is there little left?
That you have not learned?
With your feet on the ground
And your head in the clouds
You’re startled by sounds
So you walk on the streets
Turn to shadows and speak
It’s buried in words
When your order’s restored
Questions you should implore
Is what you have not learned
What you have not learned
West Virginia trio showcase strident country rock anchored in bold, anthemic songcraft and deliciously twangy tones. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 18, 2024