Matt Hinkley: Music

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Matt Hinkley- Guitars, Vocals, Tambourine
Brent Stranathan- Drums
Matt Wigton- Upright Bass
Brooke Campbell- Vocals
Bob Hoffnar- Pedal Steel

Fire all the flare guns
your fingers can write
There’s a howling ‘cross the desert
of the cold Manhattan night
My grip on the wheel
lies frozen and still
Tonight I paint the picture
‘til you get your fill

But one night
You recall
The middle of nowhere
The month before fall

You woke...
You woke to the eyes of an angel…

You pack up your dresser
You nail down your bed
The ghosts they grow warmer
Making love in my head
Now the road may seem faded
The stars may go dim
But this ain’t no fancy
It was never no whim

And one night
You believe
The brush starts to shaking
You smile up your sleeve

And you run...
You run to the arms of an angel…
You run...