And maybe I chose to swing.
And maybe I chose my name.
And maybe I chose who I'd meet.
And maybe I chose what you'd say.
And maybe I chose to swing.
Yeah, I ain't 'pposed to swing.
And I'm walking
through the door.
And I'm walking
down the hall.
And I'm walking
through the crowd.
And I'm walking
up those stairs.
And I see
the trapdoor waiting there.
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022