The Wind from Pretty Bones by Muddy Ruckus

If it wasn't for the wind i'd be expired
Not that i'm alive by any means
Drifting dogs don't lay dead as a doornail in the clay
But if it wasn't for the wind i'd probably stay

Oh my itchy feet are rambling once again
Time it travels far on troubles wing
We learn to understand vacant numbers in our plans
Faded map and tattered feather

And I don't know what's going on my friend
I hardly know myself outside this window that I'm in
It takes a lot of courage, some I wish I never had

The clocks clicking heavy like a curse
But without your ghost haunting me I swear it would be worse
There's an echo in my mind, silent footsteps fall behind
But if it wasn't for the sound, I'd be lost

And I don't know if you can see my friend
Down the road you can barely tell, just what may be coming
I can hear it pounding like an aching in my head
Like a freight train rolling on down the tracks
Howling where the hells my friend

Times traveling heavy on my mind
And the magnets in your hair are getting tangled in the line
And the river won't give no matter how the wind blows
Sometimes it's best to leave it all alone

I gotta get myself outside of town
I can't wait another day, i'm gonna tear my insides out
There's a howlin wind a callin and an aching in my bones
But when I pass by your river I shall weep

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All lyrics by Muddy Ruckus, 2016.

• Rock
• americana
• blues
• indie
• punk
• rock
• Portland