Lawless Lands

{fingerpicked acoustic

guitar entry, warm double bass,

soft brushed snare rolls} {warm organic room ambience}

According to your father's logic

If god loathed us enough

You would've been here Talking shit about your uncles

Though you never knew his greed

{vocal close-mic'd, fragile and cracked,

almost spoken}

Complain about your wife,

your kids

We'll say they look nothing like you

It'll piss you off You'll storm out

And we would've been so happy (hahaha)

fuck, we were blessed your aunt was cursed talk about

lawless lands

{felt piano chords widening} You would've said i got the best of

dad

That you've seen him worse

Tell me what he was like

Call me out on my shit

{aching open vocal sustain,

pedal steel swell, dynamic rise}

You would've been still

on that damn

scooter

That took your life

Tell me is it a

better place

Did you meet

your mom {dynamics drop down,

voice becomes dry and bare,

guitar only}

Tell her we would've raced

to open the door Just like she said Tell

her its good she's gone At least I'm never mean to her

Like I am to her sister We love each other Though Its

unspoken

but we know (we know,

we know) {pedal steel fades,

acoustic guitar arpeggios slowly die out}