sleeping underneath the trees in troubled hollow
with the sun waging war on our skin
i never had much fear in my coming liberation
when we eyed the other side of the barbed-wire fence
we conquered it wrung by wrung
spitting second-hand folklore from our hot dry tongues
we were lost, we were found
we were happy
dusty black road in the middle of a friday night
with a car parked off a mile towards town
you were standing on the side of the road
twirling a bottle rocket between your finger and thumb
headlights came around the bend
so we jumped down in a creekbed and hid
we were blind, we could see
we were a family
we heard about some bands we know
so we drove half the day to catch the early show
grabbed some breakfast when we got back home the following morning
so i think about the things i got
and i think about the things i lack
i put my favorite records in my backpack
i’m driving outta missouri and i don’t know when i’m coming back
but when i do i’m gonna look you up
when i do we’re gonna pick things up right where we left ’em
get our hair dirty down at finger lakes
while the boys rent some videos from kate
we were lost, we were found
we were blind, we could see
we were a family
Nashville’s Passion Fruit Boys nail the effervescent janglepop of ’80s college radio with bright guitars and immediate hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2022