Nearby cell phone rings mix with other things
Like trucks backing up in the distance
In certain instances like this, I reminisce
About a future I once dreamt
And it looks so eerily similar to last winter
That’s it’s hard not to be knocked out
If you’re wondering what’s going on inside my head
Well that’s what I’m thinking about
And it’s Sunday afternoon
And there are strangers in the neighbor’s room
As their cigarette smoke slowly crawls through the walls
And mixes with the city fumes
And we need more of these sunny days to waste
To try to taste, you know this ain’t LA
It was gray all yesterday and for months before
It’s been hard to stay
Nosedive, headlong
And everything’s so simple
Why do I have to go and make it hard
There’s an unbroken bond between us
As the years rust and life lays out in shards
I was running around in circles
Just trying to catch my breath
Am I living how I should be
Or am I just another joker cheating death
Nosedive, headlong
All those forgotten scenes
All those blank face dreams keep coming into mind
And when I turn around to face them
They creep up from behind
Now I’m half-dead just waiting for the dawn
And I’m tired but I’m not all the way gone
Nosedive, headlong
Circumstances being what they are
We stare far off in the distance
Thinking about tomorrow becoming yesterday
On the way to ever since
And were we careful of what we dreamt of
Did we tempt love to call our name
If we let ourselves believe it
You know our lives and our dreams
Are really just the same
Brilliant songwriting, skillful playing, and an intimate, immediate recording; what it's all about. Bummed I'm out of town during the Cavallo Point show. Rob Thomas
Multi-instrumentalist Chris St. Hilaire pays tribute to Black and indigenous Trinidadian musical cultures on this benefit EP. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2022