Matt Hinkley: Music

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• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

Matt Hinkley- Vocals, Guitars, Tambourine
Brent Stranathan- Drums
Matt Wigton- Bass

Rolled up to the East
and left the motor running
On the back of a beast
that don’t know where he’s gunning
Dead dry
And I know I ain’t goin’ nowhere tonight
Sandbags and a briefcase of wishful thinking
Watered down in the empty glass that I’ve been drinking
Somewhere
Keep asking me questions, why I’m so uptight

And when you reach that line
You cross that line on your own
And when you reach that line
You don’t know which way to go

Hard luck
hits you when your wheels are braking
Hard line
Sorta what I should be taking
Kickstart
Head in some direction, really any at all
Pressure
rises like an elevator
Am I the stuntman or the aviator?
Eyes out
Looking ‘round for answers
There ain’t no one to call

‘Cause when you reach that line
You cross that line on your own
And when you reach that line
You don’t know which way to go

I guess, and I pace
I don’t face, I stand still
I pause out of place, don’t brace for the kill
Yes, I will

(repeat chorus 2x)