You share a name with a dead president,
As well as the charm to match.
You’ve always tapped a foot to a different drum,
With a rhythm that's hard to catch.
Living by a river,
When you could be near the ocean.
You have made the world a little less ugly,
I want to see it through your eyes.
You have made the world a little less ugly,
I hope your fire will never die.
You have made the world what you want it to be.
You pulled the blinders and opened the door,
A life is waiting beyond my room.
I’ve always meant to call you way more often,
But the planet spins around too soon.
Time is running out,
Crickets sing a farmer’s tune.
You have made the world a little less ugly,
I want to see it through your eyes.
You have made the world a little less ugly,
I hope your fire will never die.
You have made the world what you want it to be.
You took his breath away,
On a wet fifth-season day.
The cold air never returned,
To that poor boy’s empty lungs.
I’ve been hesitating, the words don’t come,
And I dream of terrible things.
Some places look inviting from 30,000 feet,
I try and wake with everyone else.
Standing at the bottom, waiting for a star,
And they all begin resembling you.
Polaroids of nowhere, I’m married to illusion,
These shadows hangs heavy within.
You’re gonna be a mother,
You’re gonna be a father again.
You’re gonna be a mother,
You’re gonna be a father again.
credits
from Down to My Last Million,
released January 26, 2019
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Trevor Smith: vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, bass, grand piano, percussion, Korg Minilogue
Peter Himmer: drum kit, vibraphone, cabasa, tambourine