She Sang The Blues

We are distortion

We are full hearts

We are empty rooms beyond redemption

We are not pure

We are routine

Don't crowd the machine

Write, rehearse, record, rehearse, perform, return, repeat

My mother's records found me

Hungry I devoured every tune

I still dream of distant seas when I hear her sing the blues

She said "we are what we listen to"

You are my home

I am at peace

My heart rate slows

So music man, you pack your bags

Abuse yourself

You sell your soul til you make sure that you come home

You come home safe

My mother's records had me dreaming of a life out on the road

A suitcase and guitar on exchange for a real home

We are what we listen to

We are, we are

My heart sings out

For only the lonely

Or blue eyes crying in the rain

When I heard tom sing

The green grass of home

I knew I was home

My mother's records found me

Hungry I devoured every tune

I still dream of distant seas when I hear her sing the blues

She said "we are what we listen to"

We are, we are

My heart sings out

For only the lonely

Or blue eyes crying in the rain

When I heard tom sing

The green grass of home

I knew I was home

I knew I was home

We are what we listen to

We are what we listen to

We are what we listen to

We are what we listen to

We are, we are

She sang the blues