Restless Angel / Dust Storm Digital 45

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released August 17, 2015

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Track Name: Restless Angel
It was a long drive down
to LA where your mama was bound
she scooped you up when she got out of town

When it was just you two
maybe she rubbed off on you
and someday you'll want to drive away and find something new

Restless Angel
Will you desert me
Restless Angel
Don't I make you feel free

I never had the looks
never learned how to bait a hook
never had the kind of dreams that are bound in a borrowed book

You think that dreams come true
and that's what I once was to you
it gets too old too soon and that's been your cue to make your move

Restless Angel
Will you desert me
Restless Angel
Don't I make you feel free, already?

You like the sound of escape
you never live far away from the freeway
and when you finally get your car to start
your sights set on the brightest star

Restless Angel
Will you desert me?
Track Name: Dust Storm
Just a blink and you might miss
my desert town and all it's been
in past lives now buried and bled dry

Near the end of motel road
I'd pour 'em up for dried out souls off vacant streets
we'd board up our worn out dreams

Dust Storm
please take control of me
if I'm only your tumbleweed
tumble me out to sea

Then through a pair of swingin' doors
in he came for shelter from the storm
the smell of salt, the sea in every pore

Had my ear for hours on end
held a seashell up and said
"listen, just listen"

Dust Storm…

I'd trade each cascabel
in for just one seashell
trade in the silent sands
for the roar of the waves
cast me out
to an ocean floor grave, I pray

to spend my last days on the seaside
among the waters he had worked and died
I'd see the sights, that stranger had once described

all my days of fixin' bad drinks
pull tab dreams, kickin' cigarette machines
I know I should have left, all those years ago when he asked

Dust Storm
please take control of me
I'm only your tumbleweed
so tumble me out to sea