How from Full Hand by Kevin Krauter

Is that me at the wheel on a highway on the earth
Tryna speed but the traffic’s getting heavier
Take it slow take it easy take it to the edge
Not a joke, not a joke I just find it funny yeah

Some voice from the upstairs calling down
“Hey boys what do you hope for”
Someday when the grass gets greener
Look way up high then look way down, way down

What a trip to confront the truth inside your heart
Spilling out in the sunset glowing in the dark
Fully honest, fully honest, fully honest with myself
As I dive sideways and into the deep end till I drown

Some voice from the dry land calling down
“Hey boys what do you hope for”
Someday when the sky gets bluer
I’ll lift my hands and shout so loud, so loud

• Folk
• dream pop
• indie
• indie folk
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Indiana