Coming Apart from Many Mountains by Nate Gusakov (Astrology Days Records)

Won't you tighten up the mooring lines
Can't tell how hard it's gonna blow
Pour another glass of drowning wine
We'd better wait this out below
Lord, Lord, Lord...

I think I know you from another time
We were brothers, not so long ago
Before all these digital intravenous lines
That try to feed us everything we know
No, no, no, no...

Lover from lover, mother from child
Lord knows this might take a while
When we're coming apart
Head from the pillow, day from the dream
Things just won't stay as they seem
When we're coming apart

Pick your eyes up from the looking glass
You know nothing gold will stay
Be so careful what it is you ask
You only have today
Hey, hey, hey

Lover from lover, mother from child
Lord knows this might take a while
When we're coming apart
Head from the pillow, day from the dream
Things just won't stay as they seem
When you're coming apart

Water flowing fast, water flowing cold
We're all trying to step across
Some know just what sort of precious bundle that they hold
Some just think they're wandering lost

Lover from lover, mother from child
Lord knows this is gonna hurt a while
When we're coming apart
Head from the pillow, day from the dream
Things just won't stay as they seem
When we're coming apart

• Folk
• clawhammer banjo
• electric banjo
• folk fusion
• neofolk
• singer-songwriter
• Lincoln