From the recording Brendan & the Strangest Ways

In cart Not available Out of stock


Here’s to a chance that passes by us
Fortune’s never done me any good
A labored laugh, an awkward silence
T-shirts say what words just never could

I guess I’m through wondering ‘bout you
Whenever you cross my mind
Cause you know it’s a sad transition
To be a dime a dozen when you were one of a kind

We give ourselves a lot of credit
For giving up on things we didn’t have
So long, Woodlawn you’re gone forever
Buried under snow in photographs