Sittin' with a Polaroid
Now, where'd that sweater go?
She used to wear it every day
Not so long ago
And while I can't be expected to remember everything,
Some things stay
She coulda been an astronaut
She coulda been a firefighter
She coulda been all an
Unsinkable heart desires
And when she tells you Sunday stories
All the whitecoats
Tell you what not to say
But if I know you
You'd say it anyway
They found her in the old treehouse
The sign said no girls allowed
But you can't keep her out
No, no, no, no
"You are your mother's child, and
I was a lot like you"
Sittin' with a Polaroid
Now, where'd that sweater go?
She used to wear it every day, you know
An ambitious pop song cycle about human loneliness and fear, thick with harmonies and buoyed by tight musicianship. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 27, 2018