Found three lucky pennies
Swept them from the floor
Well, I hope Mr. Lincoln
Comes to my door
Straighten up the photos
So no one stands alone
I love this house that I call my home
Yeah, they always told me which way's up
And which way's down
But they always kept from me which way's in
And which way's out
So put me in the lost and found
There's a ghost that haunts the staircase
Got me questioning my sight
Run my hand down the wall
When I shut out the lights
Blocking up the hallway
Wood creaks when I'm standing still
Feel myself walk through something
And I get a chill
Yeah, they always told me which way's up
And which way's down
But they always kept from me which way's in
And which way's out
So put me in the lost and found
First I lost my pride
Then I lost my voice
Seems like there were times
I didn't have a choice
Just a new coat of paint
I'll build up from the past
Wind the clock that keeps me spinning
So the seconds don't run so fast
I can walk in my own footsteps
Follow the echo of a voice
I don't like the sound
But I need the noise
I hope to keep my feet
Lend out both my hands
'Cause a wall won't hold
If a wall can't stand
Yeah, they always told me which way's up
And which way's down
But they always kept from me which way's in
And which way's out
So put me in the lost and found
First time caller, longtime listener. I was playing out in the garden, dodging bees in the bergamot when I put this album on. AC off the bat, set up a really heady, twisty, turny. Loads of melody.
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10+ year anniversary deluxe addition. I am proud to have played guitar on this album. Zack is an insanely talented songwriter. Packs great tales into awesome melodic and sometimes odd structures. Bobby Stevens
This New Haven duo write bright and emotionally resonant folk music where sweeping strings elevate gorgeous melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2021