When I was 21
No direction but east to home
I found a tune I was looking for
And the words that made me my own
I show my soul in hope that they follow me
To the open road
And come from under the blanketed warmth
Into the shock of the frigid cold
I feel my heart slow its pace
My lungs collapse when I speak
With one foot in the sea, one firm on the shore
The fear of god makes me weak at the knees
Failure haunts me like a lingering ghost
I’ve no gold to show my worth
If I should die before my time
I’d be a pebble in this mountain of dirt
credits
from The Old Salts,
released November 3, 2014
Produced, Recorded, and Mixed by Sydney Galbraith at Desert Fish Studios
Mastered by Jeff Wolpert
Written by James da Mota
Performed and Arranged by The Old Salts
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