Though we’ve traipsed these three-thousand
And five-hundred miles
We still don’t know our way
The sign on the door
Says it leads up to heaven
But would it for sure, no one can say
Now we’ve grown so old and set our feet up for the night
The dark’ning sky
Casts a sinister shadow and everything in it is draped
Our thoughts extracted from our minds in the pale moonlight
To let them dry
Letting all we desire run free as a convict escaped
Feel the madness rush in
And get lost in the din
As control fades fast away
And the wind-beaten walls
Of your conscience will fall
To the storm clouds thick and gray
“You know dreams reflect an external reality,”
Your lover said
As he slipped deep down into new Quaalude-induced euphorias,
Causing castles to crash, raising choirs from the depths of his malady
Just to paint them red
Like a drunken new Ares creating a world he thought glorious
Something’s creeping slowly up inside
The straights, they skew, the yellows blue
A cry
We try
To hide
We're fine
Personal & evocative lyrics combine with multi-instrumental musical arrangements & killer horn solos to create a folksy/jazzy sound that is simultaneously complex & FUN! Be sure to check them out live Greg Zoller