I’m afraid of leaving but I
Know the time is now
To pack my things and settle debts
To break ties with the ones
Whose willful ignorance
Fills my mind with noise and violence
So where do I fit where do I go
What kind of man am I
I’m just a traveler among more travelers
Looking to put roots down
Away from the maddening crowd
Give me a reason I need a reason now
I’m just sitting on a fence
Two fingers out to test the wind
For the golden age is crumbling
Come morning I’ll be gone again
Stones are thrown in resentment
For reasons centuries old
I’m lost in questions I cannot answer
Caught between opposing sides
That fracture and multiply
I stand here voiceless too tired to even cry
I’m just sitting on a fence
Two fingers out to test the wind
For the golden age is crumbling
Come morning I’ll be gone again
credits
from False Spring,
released May 29, 2020
Zachary Cale: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
James Preston: Bass
Brent Cordero: Piano, Wurlitzer
Jason Labbe: Drums
John Panos: Flugelhorn
Erik Elligers: Saxophone
Tom Heyman documents life in San Francisco circa 2023, refusing to succumb to easy characterization & instead capturing the city’s nuance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2023