Please tell a story
one that I'll understand
follow the lines
on the palms of your hand
I'm made of magic
I'm made of old magazines
tell me to listen
and it frightens me
what could be better
than to be on the run
train tracks that bend
still head towards the sun
and I'm in my mind
while you're on the road
I knew you best
when you let me go
oh run away, yeah
oh run away, yeah
I found your letter
today when I woke
left on the table
inside an old cookbook
the words, they were scattered
left as thoughts on the page
"I knew you last night, but I don't know you today"
The latest from Sonny Smith's long-running San Francisco outfit is clever and very sweet and more than a little bit country. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 3, 2021