Americana with a hint of Southern Gothic...
We write and record simply for the joy of it.
Lyrics
you can’t go back girl it’s a dead end
don’t know why the hell I ever tried
maybe I dreamed of the invitation
or it’s another memory that lied
should’ve headed on never slowed down
now I’m a refugee in my home town
my old friends have become strangers
they’ve grown cold, dark, bitter
i see them circling their wagons
trolling me to pull that trigger
should’ve headed on never slowed down
now I’m a refugee in my home town
a courthouse clock with the wrong time
store windows reflect ghosts of past
parking meters stand like rusty sentinels
nothing lasts nothing lasts
should’ve headed on never slowed down
now I’m a refugee in my home town
should’ve headed on never slowed down
now I’m a refugee in my home town
nothing lasts nothing lasts nothing lasts
