Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners Bars
I run alone
I run alone
Fore the rest of my new world wakes
Bars I set
Were predisposed
Bars I set
Had made my mind ache
All these things I'm yearning for
Theses things I'm burning for
Can't get a hold of them
All these hills a monolith
These dreams I'm flirting with
I can't seem to shoulder them
At once
Im not ready for the show-
I'm not ready to call this place my home…
It'll put you into stitches it'll leave a nasty scar
Im not quite sure im gonna be the one to go too far
Lake Missoula, you're pushing me out
I'm not ready for the world to swallow me up
He's daunting
It's fleeting
I'm fleeing my cover
He's two fingers twined
On the curve of his back it's a pile up
He's a liars grin as he's raising a cup
He holds temptation over my lips, it's taunting
I can almost taste it;
I can almost taste it
The people in my songs- they aren't real anymore
They chose to grow and do their changing
Guess I shouldn't stop to blame them
Guess these people didn't read my notes I wrote em
Or they did and the writing was just shit
Lost in translation
But these bars that hold me down- they represent my mind
Still appreciate those times
Still appreciate that life
But it's hard to realize
I'm not even gonna be in that place anymore
