Dowsing Somerset
I wrote a record to highlight you in song
By the time I was done, it was fall
The trees have lost their leaves
They look like skeletons
With piles on the on the ground from all their broken
bones
The twenty minute drive felt more like twenty-four
And I can't shake the feeling of Somerset anymore
Stayed up late to reevaluate the meanings
See where I went wrong
Pass the cemetery
Get on the highway right by your house
It's the dead things that haunt me
And I just want to feel alive again
