Thinking about the young cubs in the forest
Where he watched them rise and fall
It's seldom anyone here makes it out at all
Just outside the city he stops by the rover
He peaks across the freeway and stares into the sun
He says, "I've got every reason to run while I'm wounded
But you would say I'm weaker than the pack where I belong"
Wake me in the morning with the feeling
That the slate's been cleaned once again
Oh, I've been travelling and thinking through the night
Just outside the building he hears people talking
These aliens have never felt like family before
He says, "I've got every reason to stay in my hotel
But you would say I'm weaker than the pack where I belong"
Wait on this ride 'til it sails off it's tracks or makes it's entrance
I mean all I say
All this time you told me
Wait on this ride 'til it sails off it's tracks or makes it's entrance
I mean all I say
All this time you told me so
credits
from Next Week In Münster,
released May 5, 2019
HiteeSticks: Drums
Joe O'Neill: Backing Vocals
Roger Heathers: Vocals, Bass, Guitar and Piano
Pedro Gómez-Briceño: Strings
My other project, featuring the vocals of Joe O'Neill. Experimental, bombastic alt rock. "If less is more, thing how much more will be!" Roger Heathers