On the wall's an age old calendar
All those years that broke me down
And I dunno if I'll endure
another year that's spun around
Before my days came to me
Now they barely go
Because every day seems the same to me
They've been for three years in a row
I'm losin' track of the time
no matter the month or year I'm
slowly falling from my senses
I'm losin' track of the time
The days I thought were mine
turned out to be someone else's
(and I'm losin' track of the time)
My watch has stopped runnin'
collar hangs tight as a noose
When you stop letting the sun in
solar energy is just no use
Before I knew the days and months
any time of the year
But now I only greet them once
and then they disappear
Bridge
The days were passing by me
The days used to stand still
But when I look back on them
is the only whey I keep track of them
I have morbid minutes and hours to kill
More folk-inflected confessionals on love, loss, and anxiety — plus a Kacey Musgraves cameo —from the Nashville indie pop auteur. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 11, 2024