New City from Lost City by Daniel West

I'm not crying anymore
Now that autumn leaves are dying at my door
Feel the breeze, smell Halloween
Burn some wood, read Stephen King
This new place has blood to give
I'm picking up all the pints I've spilled
If I get woozy carry me home,
If I get lonely leave me alone.

Walk around the painted ladies with me
And see what I see
Walk around this new city with me
And see what I see.

I'm not crying anymore
In empty theaters by harbor shores
The colors blur as I drive fast
Why can't feelings ever last?
As I age they're shadow born
They disappear quicker than they are learned
Oh feelings don't run from me
My hands are bloody from the fruit I steal.

• Acoustic
• Punk
• central jersey
• nj folk
• nj punk
• Whitehouse Station