Daylight slips away and skies are streaked with grey
with sadness comes the night
like a fading wish for blinding sight
still I struggle to express this cryptic plea for tenderness
as the ego foils the soul
as if nothing is sacred - there's nothing to hold
You cut the one true vine, declaring this a waste of our time
we closed the book too soon
to a weeping sky, we howl at the moon
'cuz we never had a clue - you point to me - so I point at you
as the circle spins around
as simple solutions spring up from the ground
The buck stops here - so dare we lead or must we follow
it may be more than I can take - or am I thinking much too shallow - or is it a lie
'cuz in the end my only regrets are what I feared to try
This choice may set us free - with guiding eyes any fool can see
still we know we're never through - you look to me and I smile at you
and the cycle never fades - we find resolution or end this charade.
The buck stops here - so dare we lead or must we follow
it may be more than I can take - or am I thinking much too shallow - or is it a lie
'cuz in the end my only regrets are what I feared to try
A catchy jangle-rock concept album from the Chicago band, inspired by one of the most unbelievable jailbreaks of the 21st century so far. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2022