I tell you baby it's a mystery to me
Why I turn my hand to patience and these verses to thee
But the aches and the pain and the rain
Might be some kind of clue
And I trek fifty, flamin' miles writin' lines to you
And every morning when the sun goes down
I take the lonely road to lonesome town
Where the bees and the birds and the trees
Are the wrong shade of blue
So I trek fifty, flamin' miles writing lines to you
I called you from Robina
I played the concertina
I poured my heart all over your shoes
But in the desperate evening
I dedicate your leaving
to games of swim the bottle
and the two dollar view
And every morning when the sun goes down
I turn your photograph way, way down
'Cause I know that you know, that I know that you know I do too
And I trek fifty flamin' miles writin' lines to you
And every evening when the moon is black
I set the compass for the section of track
where the roses, the thistles, the wolves and the whistles wait for you
And I trek fifty flamin' miles writin' lines to you
Sweet harmonies & strummed melodies; the duo delve into decades-old folk, jazz, and country to find a timeless kind of love and connection. Bandcamp New & Notable May 23, 2018
Baker is a new project from childhood pals Mishal Moore & Richard Cortez with a lo-fi, bluesy n' soulful southern vibe. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 24, 2014