Summer time, days get a little longer
well I can't see the snow through the forest
In a town that I call a summer home
any other time, any other place
well I'd burn it to the ground.
she lifts me up
but I don't mind
until I find another path to a place covered in vines.
she lifts me up
but not that often any more
I'm on a highway
In my wake
I see black clouds getting longer
well I can't see the snow through the forest
winter time, dead boy you get stronger
well I can't see the trees, for the sleet
she lifts me up
but I don't mind
until I find another path to a place covered in vines
she lifts me up
but not that often any more
i'm on a highway,
Highway.
Tom Heyman documents life in San Francisco circa 2023, refusing to succumb to easy characterization & instead capturing the city’s nuance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2023